Countries like ours are full of people who have all of the material comforts they desire, yet lead lives of quiet (and at times noisy) desperation, understanding nothing but the fact that there is a hole inside them and that however much food and drink they pour into it, however many motorcars and television sets they stuff it with, however many well-balanced children and loyal friends they parade around the edges of it. . . it aches!

No amount of manifest absurdity... could deter those who wanted to believe from believing.

The cure for mixed metaphors, I have always found, is for the patient to be obliged to draw a picture of the result.

In every age of transition men are never so firmly bound to one way of life as when they are about to abandon it.

I suppose we all tend to remember only the happiness from our childhood, as a sundial refuses to tell the time except in fine weather.

Let us never allow ourselves to think that poverty is an excuse for an invitation to totalitarianism, and if we should be tempted to think as much, let us remind ourselves that totalitarianism not only extinguishes liberty but institutionalises poverty as well

Ask a man which way he is going to vote, and he will probably tell you. Ask him, however, why, and vagueness is all.