Nevertheless, In This Sea Of Human Wretchedness

Amid The Stillness Of The Night, In The Depths Of The Ravine, From The Direction In Which The Corpses Lay Suddenly Resounded A Kind Of Inhuman, Frightful Laughter In Which Quivered Despair, And Joy, And Cruelty, And Suffering, And Pain, And Sobbing, And Derision; The Heart-rending And Spasmodic Laughter Of The Insane Or Condemned.

An Excessive Preponderance Of An Idealistic Mood Is Harmful To Society: It Creates Daydreaming, Political Don Quixotism, Hope For Heavenly Intervention. This Is An Undeniable Truth--but It Is Also True That Every Extreme Is Harmful.

Day Is Like Day As Two Beads In A Rosary, Unless Changes Of Weather Form The Only Variety.

My Position Is Such That There Is No Necessity For Me To Enter Into Competition With Struggling Humanity. As To Expensive And Ruinous Pleasures, I Am A Sceptic Who Knows How Much They Are Worth, Or Rather, Knows That They Are Not Worth Anything.

Every Novelist Should Write Something For Children At Least Once In His Lifetime.