Sunsets and death; death and therefore kisses, kisses and consequently birth and then death for yet another generation of sunset watchers.

If you don't gamble, you'll never win.

Drill and uniforms impose an architecture on the crowd. An army's beautiful. But that's not all; it panders to lower instincts than the aesthetic. The spectacle of human beings reduced to automatism satisfies the lust for power. Looking at mechanized slaves, one fancies oneself a master.

The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.

Plasticene and self-expression will not solve the problems of education. Nor will technology and vocational guidance; nor the classics and the Hundred Best Books.

Official dignity tends to increase in inverse ratio to the importance of the country in which the office is held.

Wild inside; raging, writhing—yes, "writhing" was the word, writhing with desire. But outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly—baa, baa, baa.