The union of opposites, in so far as they are really complementary, always results in the most perfect harmony; and the seemingly incongruous is ofte… - Stefan Zweig

The soul is made of stuff so mysteriously elastic that a single event can make it big enough to contain the infinite.

He looked at her again, now with the vague abject shyness that older men often have with young women, as though asking their indulgence for no longer being young.

When a dozen men are harnessed to the same cart, one always pulls harder than the others, and when it's a question of promotion and seniority, it's easy to tread on the toes of the man ahead of you. At every word one utters one has to be on one's guard; one's never quite sure whether it isn't going to arouse the disapproval of the big bugs; there's always a storm in the offing.