An uncertain evil causes anxiety because, at the bottom of one's heart, one goes on hoping till the last moment that it may not be true; a certain evil, on the other hand, instills, for a time, a kind of dreary tranquillity.

War has become an affair of machines...and soldiers are little more than clever mechanics.

It is what we are forced to do that forms our character, not what we do of our own free will.

A writer survives in spite of his beliefs.

The novel as we knew it in the nineteenth century was killed off by Proust and Joyce.

Dictatorships are one-way streets. Democracy boasts two-way traffic.

Our ideals, laws and customs should be based on the proposition that each generation in turn becomes the custodian rather than the absolute owner of our resources - and each generation has the obligation to pass this inheritance on in the future.