The Weariness Of The Cell

Can You Not Understand That Liberty Is Worth More Than Ribbons?

There Is A Minority Of Gifted, Willfuf People Who Are Determined To Live Their Own Lives To The End, And Writers Belong In This Class.

He Thought With A Kind Of Astonishment Of The Biological Uselessness Of Pain And Fear, The Treachery Of The Human Body Which Always Freezes Into Inertia At Exactly The Moment When A Special Effort Is Needed.

You Were The Dead; Theirs Was The Future.

Windmill Or No Windmill, He Said, Life Would Go On As It Had Always Gone On--that Is, Badly.