There’s something sexy in cooking for a man who likes my food. Am I growing up?
From men motivated by moral certitude, history teaches, no lasting good ever comes.
It was miraculous. It was almost no trick at all, he saw, to turn vice into virtue and slander into truth, impotence into abstinence, arrogance into humility, plunder into philanthropy, thievery into honor, blasphemy into wisdom, brutality into patriotism, and sadism into justice. Anybody could do it; it required no brains at all. It merely required no character.
When I grow up I want to be a little boy.
Peace on earth would mean the end of civilization as we know it.
In the long run, failure was the only thing that worked predictably. All else was accidental.
The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.
It is language which speaks in literature, in all its swarming 'polysemic' plurality, not the author himself.
What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.
Nothing is done. Everything in the world remains to be done or done over. The greatest picture is not yet painted, the greatest play isn't written, the greatest poem is unsung. There isn't in all the world a perfect railroad, nor a good government, nor a sound law. Physics, mathematics, and especially the most advanced and exact of the sciences are being fundamentally revised. . . Psychology, economics, and sociology are awaiting a Darwin, whose work in turn is awaiting an Einstein.
All beginnings are somewhat strange; but we must have patience, and little by little, we shall find things, which at first were obscure, becoming clearer.