I hate no one, sir. It seems a waste of emotional energy.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

There are true unseen forces, but not nearly so many as we believe, nor would they rule us so sternly if we did not admit them to our souls. We would not be assailed half so often by devils, had we not taken the trouble to invent so many of them.

Living, we fret. Dying, we live. I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll be of good cheer.

Having lost our present and our future, we had of necessity to bend all our endeavors to the past, which no one could take from us if only we were vigilant enough.

The denizens of Citizens Service Houses are not, as a rule, gifted with a lot of common sense, but they often make up for that by being extremely argumentative and vindictive.

We are born by accident into a purely random universe.