Words Can Never Get At The Truth.

I Get So Tired Of Moral Bookkeeping.

The Past Is Never Where You Think You Left It.

It Is My Firm Belief That All Our Lives We Are Preparing To Be Somebody Or Something, Even If We Don't Do It Consciously. And The Time Comes One Morning When You Wake Up And Find That You Have Become Irrevocably What You Were Preparing All This Time To Be.

And Yet, We Know How Fatal The Pursuit Of Liveliness May Be: It May Result In ... Tiresome Acrobatics. ... Flashy Effects Distract The Mind. They Destroy Their Persuasiveness; You Would Not Believe A Man Was Very Intent On Ploughing A Furrow If He Carried A Hoop With Him And Jumped Through It At Every Other Step. ... When Virtuosity Gets The Upper Hand Of Your Theme, Or Is Better Than Your Idea, It Is Time To Quit.

The Human Heart Is Not Yet So Corroded That It Can Read Off The Extinction Of These Two Men Without A Shock To The Very Roots Of Its Belief In Justice And Humanity.