Men are more compassionate/(nobler)/magnanimous/generous than God; for men forgive their dead, but God does not.

Anybody can have ideas-the difficulty is to express them without squandering a quire of paper on an idea that ought to be reduced to one glittering paragraph.

In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.

Doesn't make any difference who we are or what we are, there's always somebody to look down on.

This is the only sane clerical the earthquake has exposed to view yet.

It's awful undermining to the intellect, German is; you want to take it in small doses, or first you know your brains all run together, and you feel them flapping around in your head same as so much drawn butter.

Pessimist: The optimist who didn't arrive.