At this very moment,... the most frightful horrors are taking place in every corner of the world. People are being crushed, slashed, disembowelled, mangled; their dead bodies rot and their eyes decay with the rest. Screams of pain and fear go pulsing through the air at the rate of eleven hundred feet per second. After travelling for three seconds they are perfectly inaudible. These are distressing facts; but do we enjoy life any the less because of them? Most certainly we do not.

Nothing short of everything will really do.

Love is as necessary to human beings as food and shelter; [but] without intelligence, ... love is impotent and freedom unattainable.

Man is unique in organizing the mass murder of his own species.

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

Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.

Man is an intelligence in servitude to his organs.