It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front – in our ancestors, back and back until...

Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before – without being burned alive for it.

Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.

Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the present than the hospitality of the dark.

The time's gone by for sentiment and all that foolery. Mercy's all very well but after all it's justice that clinches the bargain.

In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities – why, the simple old world grows very confusing. But rarely, very rarely novel.

It was to be a day of queer experiences. He had never realized with how many miracles mere everyday life is besieged.

I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.

We can always count on people to hate and to fear.To harm one another and to be harmed.To kill and be killed.It is what opens the gate.

But this is africa, so hardly anything is normal.

The way taxes are, you might as well marry for love.

I would like a boyfriend. I'm a very happy person and it is the final, final piece of the puzzle. I'm looking for that shout-it-out-from-the-mountaintops, fall-in-love person.

If a thing is right it can be done, and if it is wrong it can be done without; and a good man will find a way.

To me, comedy is a game.

That was not the biggest battle that ever was, but for me it always typified one thing; the dash, the ingenuity, the readiness at the first opportunity that characterizes the American soldier.

Sometimes you have to lie. One often has to distort a thing to catch its true spirit.

White Americans have a short memory.