I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.

The greatest ideas are the simplest.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.

Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?

I do think that art that doesn't communicate is useless.

I know there isn't no beast—not with claws and all that, I mean—but I know there isn't no fear, either." Piggy paused. "Unless—" Ralph moved restlessly. "Unless what?" "Unless we get frightened of people.