... We Do Not Remember People As

Truth Is The Only Good And The Purest Pity. ... Men Lie For Profit Or For Pity. All Lies Turn To Poison, But A Lie That Is Told For Pity Or Shame Breeds Such A Host Of Ills That No Power On Earth Can Compass Their Redemption.

There Is A Stage In Any Misery When The Victim Begins To Find A Deep Satisfaction In It.

War, For Any Cause, Is Inexcusable. There Is Nothing Which Excuses Us For The Beastly Ingenuity Of Our Wars. Only Fools, Only The Diseased, Think That We Are Served By Killing The Strong Young Men With Machines.

The Critic's Hankering To Be Law-giver Rather Than Servant Of Literature Is Irrepressible.

All Pornography Is To A Degree Sadistic - Inevitably.