Let us replace sentimentalism by realism, and dare to uncover those simple and terrible laws which, be they seen or unseen, pervade and govern.

It is only by knowing how little life has in store for us that we are able to look on the bright side and avoid disappointment.

Is it strange, then, that in a literature so concerned with realism and with personal liberation this refusal and impoverishment of the life of the spirit have always nourished the screamers, the eccentrics, the pseudo-Whitmans, the calculating terrorists?

Intuition? Bosh! Women, in fact, are the supreme realists of the race.

Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.