Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third.

How shall the murdered man convince his assassin he will not haunt him.

Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third.

For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts.

To say nothing of what you lose, lose, lose, are losing, man. You fool, you stupid fool ... You've even been insulated from the responsibility of genuine suffering ... Even the suffering you do endure is largely unnecessary. Actually spurious. It lacks the very basis you require of it for its tragic nature. You deceive yourself.

In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.

Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end.