When the sun rises, it rises for everyone.

Can you say something about nothing?

I know quite well that one needs ridiculous, mad situations like that; one can't write really well about anything else. Why was that old fellow such a marvelous propaganda technician? Because he had so many insane, excruciating things to get excited about. You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.

A physical shortcoming could produce a kind of mental excess. The process, it seemed, was reversible. Mental excess could produce, for its own purposes, the voluntary blindness and deafness of deliberate solitude, the artificial impotence of asceticism.

So long as men worship the Caesars and Napoleons, Caesars and Napoleons will duly arise and make them miserable.

Pain was a fascinating horror

Parodies and caricatures are the most penetrating of criticisms.