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.

In actual life a downward movement may sometimes be made the beginning of an ascent.

Every gain made by individuals or societies is almost instantly taken for granted. The luminous ceiling toward which we raise our longing eyes becomes, when we have climbed to the next floor, a stretch of disregarded linoleum beneath our feet.

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

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

To those who think that liberty is a good thing, and that it may someday be possible for people to live in a society fit for free, fully human individuals, a thorough education in the nature of language, its uses and abuses, seems indispensable.

You all remember, I suppose, that beautiful and inspired saying of Our Ford's: History is bunk.