There was a time when you wouldn’t have admitted that there was anything you couldn’t get.
We are all brothers under the skin-and I, for one, would be willing to skin humanity to prove it.
“It must have been spring,” said Toohey. “It usually is. There’s always a dark movie theater, and two people lost to the world, their hands clasped together-but hands do perspire when held too long, don’t they? Still, it’s beautiful to be in love. The sweetest story ever told-and the tritest. Don’t turn away like that, Catherine. We must never allow ourselves to lose our sense of humor.”
Wasn’t it evil to wish without moving or to move without aim?
And what, incidentally, do you think integrity is? The ability not to pick a watch out of your neighbor’s pocket? No, it’s not as easy as that. If that were all, I’d say that ninety-five percent of humanity were honest, upright men. Only, as you can see, they aren’t. Integrity is the ability to stand by an idea.
He loved the wheel of a car as he loved his desk in the office of the Banner: both gave him the same sense of a dangerous monster let loose under the expert direction of his fingers.
A thing is not high if one can reach it; it is not great if one can reason about it; it is not deep if one can see its bottom.
One did not stress total ignorance of a subject if one were in total ignorance of it.