A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.

The artist can within limits make what he likes of his life... It is only the artist, and maybe the criminal, who can make his own.

A dictator must fool all the people all the time and there's only one way to do that, he must also fool himself.

Sometimes the road was only a lane, with thick hawthorne hedges, and the green elms overhung it on either side so that when you looked up there was only a strip of blue sky between. And as you rode along in the warm, keen air you had a sensation that the world was standing still and life would last forever. Although you were pedaling with such energy you had a delicious feeling of laziness.

A good rule for writers: do not explain overmuch.

Conscience is the guardian in the individual of the rules which the community has evolved for its own preservation.