But I don't think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness, but only reached now in middle age.

Young women... you are, in my opinion, disgracefully ignorant. You have never made a discovery of any sort of importance. You have never shaken an empire or led an army into battle. The plays by Shakespeare are not by you, and you have never introduced a barbarous race to the blessings of civilization. What is your excuse?

All extremes of feeling are allied to madness.

Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.

Biography is to give a man some kind of shape after his death.

The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.

Thus Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Joyce partly spoil their books for women readers by their display of self-conscious virility; and Mr. Hemingway, but much less violently, follows suit.