When anyone lifts the veil and reveals the revolting horror of it, you run away screaming, with your hands before your eyes.

Why do you want truth to be pretty?
Why can't you look its ghastliness bravely in the face?
How can you expect to learn anything if you don't?
How can you expect to form judgments on men and things?
How can you expect to get to the meaning of life on which you were so keen a year ago ?" "I want beauty, and not disgustfulness," said Zora.
"Should it happen, for the sake of argument, that I wanted two dear friends to marry, it is only because I know how happy they would be together.

The ulterior motive you suggest is repulsive." "But it's true," said Rattenden.

"I wish I could talk to you more.

I could teach you a great deal.