Well, we must wait for the future to show.

They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.

No, I'm not clever. I've always cared more for people than for ideas.

For there is a virtue in truth; it has an almost mystic power. Like radium, it seems to give off forever and ever grains of energy, atoms of light.

The intellect, divine as it is, and all worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcasses, and often, alas, acts the cannibal among the other faculties so that often, where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

The truer the facts the better the fiction.

I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.