Abused as we abuse it at present, dramatic art is in no sense cathartic; it is merely a form of emotional masturbation.

If Men and Women took their Pleasures as noisily as the Cats, what Londoner could ever hope to sleep of nights?

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Everybody strains after happiness, and the result is that nobody's happy.

I don't think there is any incompatibility between science and mysticism . . . Immanent religion is the only form of religion in which there is no conflict at all, that I can see, between science and religion.

It is natural to believe in God when you're alone-- quite alone, in the night, thinking about death.

A million million spermatozoa, All of them alive: Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah Dare hope to survive.