New York is large, glamorous, easy-going, kindly and incurious, but above all it is a crucible – because it is large enough to be incurious.

In every man there are two minds that work side by side, the one checking the other; thus emotion stands against reason, intellect corrects passion and first impressions act a little, but very little, before...

You have to wait together – for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained … and exhausted. So that … That in effect was love.

Well, then, he ought to write her a letter. He ought to say: ‘This is to tell you that I propose to live with you as soon as this show is over. You will be...

He was presumably a lover. They did things like commanding battalions. And worse!

He wouldn’t write a letter because he couldn’t without beginning it ‘Dear Sylvia’ and ending it ‘Yours sincerely’ or ‘truly’ or ‘affectionately.’ He’s that sort of precise imbecile. I tell you he’s so formal he...

We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist. So, for a time, if such a passion come to...

It’s the quality of harmony, sir. The quality of being in harmony with you own soul. God having given you your own soul you are then in harmony with Heaven.

Yes, a war is inevitable. Firstly, there’s you fellows who can’t be trusted. And then there’s the multitude who mean to have bathrooms and white enamel. Millions of them; all over the world. Not merely...

You may ask why I write. And yet my reasons are quite many. For it is not unusual in human beings who have witnessed the sack of a city or the falling to pieces of...

I know nothing – nothing in the world – of the hearts of men. I only know that I am alone – horribly alone.

At the beginning of the war…I had to look in on the War Office, and in a room I found a fellow…What do you think he was doing…what the hell do you think he was...

He thought he suddenly understood. For the Lincon-shire sergeant-major the word Peace meant that a man could stand up on a hill. For him it meant someone to talk to.

Chodź, napijemy się ginu. Oto prawdziwa odpowiedź na wszystkie parszywe problemy.

All feminine claws, he said to himself, are sheathed in velvet; but they can hurt a good deal if they touch you on the sore places of the defects of your qualities–even merely with the...

If you only would!” He added rather diffidently: “If you would not mind remembering that I am a military court of inquiry. It makes it easier for me to report to the general if you...

But always, at moments when his mind was like a blind octopus, squirming in an agony of knife-cuts, she would drop in that accusation.

But to betray her with battalion… That is against decency, against Nature…And for him, Christopher tietjens, to come down to the level of the men you met here!

The room where they were dancing was very dark…. It was queer to be in his arms…. She had known better dancers…. He had looked ill…. Perhaps he was…. Oh, poor Valentine-Elisabeth…. What a funny...

I Tietjens, który nie nienawidził nikogo, mając przed sobą prostolinijnego człowieka typu szkolnego kolegi, zaczął rozmyślać nad tym, jak to ludzkość traktowana jednostkowo była niemal zawsze sympatyczna, w swej masie zaś stawała się zjawiskiem ohydnym.

Every word that he had spoken amongst the amassed beauties of Macmaster furnishings had been a link in a love-speech. It was not merely that he had confessed to her as he would have to...