“Well, if that’s what you call being at peace, for heaven’s sake just warn me before you go to war, will you?”

“What are these unheard of sins you condemn so much - and like so well?”

“You," Said Dr. Yavitch, "are a middle-road liberal, and you haven't the slightest idea what you want. I, being a revolutionist, know exactly what I want -- and what I want now is a drink.”

“It is impossible to discourage the real writers - they don't give a damn what you say, they're going to write.”

“She continued it to Hugh, 'Darling, do you know what mother and you are going to find beyond the blue horizon rim?''What?' flatly.'We're going to find elephants with golden howdahs from which peep young maharanees with necklaces of rubies, and a dawn sea colored like the breast of a dove, and a white an green house filled with books and silver tea-sets.''And cookies?''Cookies? Oh, most decidedly cookies. We've had enough of bread and porridge. We'd get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all.”

“I think perhaps we want a more conscious life. We're tired of drudging and sleeping and dying. We're tired of seeing just a few people able to be individualists. We're tired of always deferring hope till the next generation. We're tired of hearing politicians and priests and cautious reformers... coax us, 'Be calm! Be patient! Wait! We have the plans for a Utopia already made; just wiser than you.' For ten thousand years they've said that. We want our Utopia now — and we're going to try our hands at it.”

“You're so earnest about morality that I hate to think how essentially immoral you must be underneath.”