Nothing puts things in perspective as quickly as a mountain.

It's an odd thing but when you tell someone the true facts of a mythical tale they are indignant not with the teller but with you. They don't want to have their ideas upset. It rouses some vague uneasiness in them, I think, and they resent it. So they reject it and refuse to think about it. If they were merely indifferent it would be natural and understandable. But it is much stronger than that, much more positive. They are annoyed. Very odd, isn't it.

You can't have a tin can tied to your tail and go through life pretending it isn't there.

Lack of education is an extraordinary handicap when one is being offensive.

I expect this is what death is like when you meet it. Sort of wildly unfair but inevitable.

The worst of pushing horrible things down into one's subconscious is that when they pop up again they are as fresh as if they had been in a refrigerator. You haven't allowed time to get at them to-to mould them over a little.

Nothing in this world came out of satisfaction. Except the human race.