Words play an enormous part in our lives and are therefore deserving of the closest study.

One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.

The people who kill and torture and tell lies in the name of their sacred causes, these are never the publicans and the sinners. No, they're the virtuous, respectable men, who have the finest feelings, the best brains, the noblest ideals.

Science is not enough, religion is not enough, art is not enough, politics and economics are not enough, nor is love, nor is duty, nor is action however disinterested, nor, however sublime, is contemplation. Nothing short of everything, will really do.

The pursuit of truth is just a polite name for the intellectual's favorite pastime of substituting simple and therefore false abstractions for the living complexities of reality.

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?" asked Bernard. The Savage nodded "I ate civilization.

These are the sort of things people ought to look at. Things without pretensions, satisfied to be merely themselves.