All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

Talent imitates, but genius steals.

But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water.

A good deal of confusion could be avoided, if we refrained from setting before the group, what can be the aim only of the individual; and before society as a whole, what can be the aim only of the group.

A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.

If we all were judged according to the consequences Of all our words and deeds, beyond the intention And beyond our limited understanding Of ourselves and others, we should all be condemned.

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?