I don't see why escapist literature shouldn't also be a work of art.

We are neither of us the people we were then. Let us look on the past only as it gives us pleasure$$$ and to the future with confidence and hope.

Feel$$$ he told himself$$$ feel$$$ feel$$$ feel. Even if what you feel is pain$$$ only let yourself feel.

The passion of love separated its victim terribly from everyone but the loved object.

Be one on whom nothing is lost.

He was there or was not there: not there if I didn't see him.

Feel$$$ feel$$$ I say - feel for all you're worth$$$ and even if it half kills you$$$ for that is the only way to live.

No$$$ the menace of the supernatural is that it attacks where modern minds are weakest$$$ where we have abandoned our protective armor of superstition and have no substitute defense.

We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.

All intellectual tendencies are corrupted when they consort with power.