If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country. |
If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country. |
It is a mistake to think that books have come to stay. The human race did without them for thousands of years and may decide to do without them again. |
It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools. |
It is the one orderly product our middling race has produced. It is the cry of a thousand sentinels, the echo from a thousand labyrinths; it is the lighthouse which cannot be hidden the best evidence we can give of our dignity. |
It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven. |
It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave. |
Leonard looked at her wondering, and had the sense of great things sweeping out of the shrouded night. But he could not receive them, because his heart was still full of little things. |
Life -- No, I've nothing to teach you about it for the moment. May be writing about it another week. |
Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice... |
Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! |
London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. |
Mature as he was, she might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man. With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing against the grey, sober against the fire. |
Money pads the edges of things . . . |
Most quarrels are inevitable at the time; incredible afterwards. |