... to lovers innumerable things do not matter.

Why must you always try to be omnipotent, and shove things about? Tragic things happen sometimes that we just have to submit to.

When those of our army whose voices are likely to coo tell us that the day of sex antagonism is over and that henceforth we only have to advance hand in hand with the male, I do not believe it.

I have no faith in the sense of comforting beliefs which persuade me that all my troubles are blessings in disguise.

No one can write a best-seller by taking thought. The slightest touch of insincerity blurs its appeal. The writer who keeps his tongue in his cheek, who knows that he is writing for fools and that, therefore, he had better write like a fool, makes a respectable living out of serials and novelettes; but he will never make the vast, the blaring, half a million success. That comes of blended sincerity and vitality.

... it matters not what natural endowment a race may have if it prostitutes itself to the service of death.

The memory, experiencing and re-experiencing, has such power over one's mere personal life, that one has merely lived.