Now is the age of anxiety.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.

The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk.

Let all your thinks be thanks.

A craftsman knows in advance what the finished result will be, while the artist knows only what it will be when he has finished it.

The most difficult problem in personal knowledge, whether of oneself or of others, is the problem of guessing when to think as a historian and when to think as an anthropologist.