She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.

The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

A copy of the universe is not what is required of art; one of the damned things is ample.

Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.

Here lies the real terror in the international war of ideologies; that a city knows not whom it entertains.

He is every other inch a gentleman.