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

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

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

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.

The happiness of the superficial: when a man who has lost his donkey finds it again.

Blunt turned to the man in question with a helpless grin, "You have always proven yourself a mystery to me, good fellow!"Falconer lifted one corner of his mouth, "Then I have succeeded, Blunt.

Always speak politely to an enraged dragon.

It's like this, " Nana says. "All your life you're yellow. Then one day you brush up against something blue, the barest touch, and voila, the rest of your life you're green.

Set goals to create a clear sense of purpose and direction.

Nostalgia-- that's the basic sickness, and I never heard of a doctor who can cure it.

I had orders to report to Brigadier General Lindsey, and he said to me, "Well, York, I hear you have captured the whole damned German army." And I told him I only had 132.

Writing is above all a question of instinct.

A thought crossed his mind: How do you make poor people feel wealthy when wages are stagnant? You give them cheap loans.

The work has to have room to breathe.