the blue and cloudless day closes like the lid of a casket of jewels upon the violet rim of sea, and shuts out the light.

we middle-aged folk have the education of life, truly; we know the multiplication table of anxieties and sorrows, the subtraction table of loss, the division table of responsibility.

Nothing may be more selfish than remorse.

It is useless to deny that, unless one has a genius for imparting knowledge, teaching is a drudgery.

Nobody who is somebody looks down on anybody.

Nature is perfectly impartial. Brain has no sex!

there couldn't be war, unless lies were believed. War has to be nourished by lies.