Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.
Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin.
I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
The terrorist and the policeman both come from the same basket. Revolution, legality—counter-moves in the same game; forms of idleness at bottom identical.
Don't you forget what's divine in the Russian soul—and that's resignation.
All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind. All intellectual and artistic ambitions are permissible, up to and even beyond the limit of prudent sanity. They can hurt no one.
In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.
Truth of a modest sort I can promise you, and also sincerity. That complete, praiseworthy sincerity which, while it delivers one into the hands of one's enemies, is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends.
Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.
There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.