Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?
It is no use trying to sum people up.
The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.
On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.
There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.
Who would not spout the family teapot in order to talk with Keats for an hour about poetry, or with Jane Austen about the art of fiction?