There is much good luck in the world, but it is luck. We are none of us safe. We are children, playing or quarrelling on the line.
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man's pleasure when they come a cropper.
It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness.
We are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable, and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet.
Be soft, even if you stand to get squashed.
