Reason is a poor hand at prophecies.

Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

For the last six weeks I have found myself pestered by some characters in search of an author.

I seem to use this word 'kind' very frequently. When one is unhappy or anxious it is a quality one dwells on.

Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.

[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.

One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating. They build it up like coral insects.