sentences were used by man before words and still come with the readiness of instinct to his lips. They, and not words, are the foundations of all language. ... Your cat has no words, but it has considerable feeling for the architecture of the sentence in relation to the problem of expressing climax.

The childhood of the individual and the race is full of fears, and panic-stricken attempts to avert what is feared by placating the gods with painful sacrifices.

A great many quite good plays could be performed with rhythmic howls in the place of dialogue and lose almost nothing by the change.

If it be ungentlemanly to kiss and tell, it is still further from gentlemanliness to pray and tell.

The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.

I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood.

It would be no loss to the world if most of the writers now writing had been strangled at birth.