In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

She had given him all she had - but what was it compared to the other gifts life held for him? She understood now the case of girls like herself to whom this kind of thing happened. They gave all they had, but their all was not enough; it could not buy more than a few moments...

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

The purely agitational attitude is not good enough for a detailed consideration of a subject.