War is an ugly thing， but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth a war， is much worse.

The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.

主从内而外工作，世界从外而内工作。

I never guess. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.

A writer must be stubborn, must have a vocation of sacrifice, and must accept that literature is a very cruel mistress.

Never stop asking, “How can we do this better?”