The true definition of a snob is one who craves for what separates men rather than for what unites them.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

You think that a wall as solid as the earth separates civilization from barbarism. I tell you the division is a thread, a sheet of glass. A touch here, a push there, and you bring back the reign of Saturn.

I am an ordinary sort of fellow, not braver than other people, but I hate to see a good man downed, and that long knife would not be the end of Scudder if I could play the game in his place.

The best prayers have often more groans than words.

We don't have any snob factor,