Dignity Is An Anachronism.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

Audacity Is Of All Qualities The Most Youthful.

There Is In Every Human Being, I Think, A Native Country Of The Mind, Where, Protected By Inaccessible Barriers, The Sensitive Dream Life May Exist Safely.

Cruelty Is The Only Sin.

My First Reading Of Tolstoy Affected Me As A Revelation From Heaven, As The Trumpet Of The Judgment. What He Made Me Feel Was Notthe Desire To Imitate, But The Conviction That Imitation Was Futile.