Europe is so well gardened that it resembles a work of art, a scientific theory, a neat metaphysical system. Man has re-created Europe in his own image.

That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep.

You can't make flivers without steel - and you can't make tragedies without social instability. The world's stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can't get. They're well off; they're safe; they're never ill; they're not afraid of death; they're blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they're plagued with no mothers or fathers; they've got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they're so conditioned that they pratically can't help behaving as they ought to behave.

Orthodoxy is the diehard of the world of thought. It learns not, neither can it forget.

To see ourselves as others see us is a most salutary gift. Hardly less important is the capacity to see others as they see themselves.

Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.

Real progress is progress in charity, all other advances being secondary thereto.