I think one of the very frightening things about the regime of the National Socialists is that it made people happy.

In general, Hitler embodied the view of any popular newspaper.

If you know somebody is going to be awfully annoyed by something you write, that's obviously very satisfying, and if they howl with rage or cry, that's honey.

Everyone writes in Tolstoy's shadow, whether one feels oneself to be Tolstoyan or not.

As Hitler himself later enunciated, it matters not how idiotic the creed, what matters is the firmness with which it is enunciated.

History does not eliminate grievances. It lays them down like landmines.

We cannot hope for a society in which formal organized religion dies out. But we can stop behaving as if it was worthy of our collective respect.