Successfully (whatever that may mean) or unsuccessfully, we all overact the part of our favorite character in fiction.

Facts are ventriloquist’s dummies. Sitting on a wise man’s knee they may be made to utter words of wisdom; elsewhere, they say nothing, or talk nonsense, or indulge in sheer diabolism.

No holiday is ever anything but a disappointment.

Well... ...That's what you always forget, isn't it? I mean, you forget to pay attention to what's happening. And that's the same as not being here and now.

The sum of evil, Pascal remarked, would be much diminished if men could only learn to sit quietly in their rooms.

The propagandist's purpose is to make one set of people forget that certain other sets of people are human.

Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure.