“What’s the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when anthrax bombs are popping all around you?”

“Great is truth, but still greater, from a practical point of view, is silence about truth.”

“Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning, truth and beauty can't.”

“Whenever the masses seized political power, then it was happiness rather than truth and beauty that mattered.”

“Happiness has got to be paid for. You're paying for it, Mr. Watson–paying because you happen to be too much interested in beauty. I was too much interested in truth; I paid too.”

“I fell,” he repeated for the hundredth time. “But you didn’t fall very far,” Mary Sarojini now said. “No, I didn’t fall very far,” he agreed. “So what’s all the fuss about?” the child inquired.”

“Dinted dimpled wimpled--his mind wandered down echoing corridors of assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.”