It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.
When an artist deserts to the side of the angels, it is the most odious of treasons.
[I am not] the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.
Assembled in a crowd, people lose their powers of reasoning and their capacity for moral choice.
When the sun rises, it rises for everyone.
Like every other good thing in this world, leisure and culture have to be paid for. Fortunately, however, it is not the leisured and the cultured who have to pay.