The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people.
Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation.
People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.
Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.
Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.
Men... look back on the children who were once themselves, and attempt to reconstruct them. But they can no longer think like the child...
there is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt. A book may fail, but who is there to know it? It dies and is buried, and is decently interred on the bookseller's shelf; but the play dies to laughter, to scorn and disdain.
Girls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man.
I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.
it is axiomatic with most writing people that there are no such things as perfect conditions for work.
my crime books are actually novels and are written as such. One might even say that each one is really two novels, one of which is the story I tell the reader, and the other the buried story I know and let slip now and then into a clue to whet the reader's interest.
That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.
there comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.
Well, that was life. It was an old tree, and the old passed on. Probably they did not mind. There came a time when all sap ran slowly, and the peace of age with all things behind it merged easily into the peace of death. The difficult thing was to be young.
because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.
there is no truly honest autobiography.
the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.
Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.
Conflict is the very essence of life.
It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.
There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger.
Lightning never strikes twice in the same place.
From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.
These are times of action. Men think and then act; sometimes, indeed, they simply act.
There is nothing for the modern man or woman to fear about most cases of cancer. Nothing except delay.
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