“For half a century he had stood too close to darkness, and some it crept into his bones.”

“A thousand prickling tender touches lit upon her, as if she was caught in a rainstorm and the raindrops were love.”

“Our hero's unreasoning rage was fed by a not unreasonable jealousy. It was clear to him that Zuleika had forgotten his existence. To-day, as soon as he had killed her love, she had shown him how much less to her was his love than the crowd's. And now again it was only the crowd she cared for. He followed with his eyes her long slender figure as she threaded her way in and out of the crowd, sinuously, confidingly, producing a penny from one lad's elbow, a threepenny-bit from between another's neck and collar, half a crown from another's hair, and always repeating in that flute-like voice of hers: "Well, this is rather queer!”

“If you weren't such a great man, you'd be a terrible bore.”

“Liberalism is trust of the people tempered by prudence. Conservatism is distrust of the people tempered by fear.”

“Objectivity works to repel the attacks of critics, like a kind of ethical pepper spray.”

“We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.”