Cronshaw stopped for a moment to drink. He had pondered for twenty years the problem whether he loved liquor because it made him talk or whether he loved conversation because it made him thirsty.

It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories.

You're beginning to dislike me, aren't you? Well, dislike me. It doesn't make any difference to me now.

I'm only twenty-five. If I've made a mistake I have time to correct it.

Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.

It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.

In civilized communities men's idiosyncrasies are mitigated by the necessity of conforming to certain rules of behavior. Culture is a mask that hides their faces.