It makes no difference where one sleeps in God's City of Zion, the air is everywhere just as all-embracingly pleasing. - Halldór Laxness

So hopelessly incapable was I of understanding better folk that I did not even know how to keep a servile tongue in my head. In a flash there appeared before my mind the difference between the two worlds in which we lived, this woman and I; although I was staying under her roof we were such poles apart from one another that it was only with half justification possible to classify us together as human beings; we were both vertebrates, certainly, even mammals, but there all resemblance ended; any human society of which both of us were members was merely an empty phrase.

Dust, who is not dust? I am dust. But I am your Member of Parliament, nevertheless.

The reason a man talks is to hide his thoughts.