Women alone stir my imagination.

Theories then are dangerous things.

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.

For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping.

There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.

There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.

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