I believe in using words, not fists. I believe in my outrage knowing people are living in boxes on the street. I believe in honesty. I believe in a good time. I believe in good food. I believe in sex.

From the height of their disillusionment they look down upon those whom they despise as simple souls. For my part I have no sympathy with this outlook. All disenchantment is to me a malady, which, it is true, certain circumstances may render inevitable, but which none the less, when it occurs, is to be cured as soon as possible, not to be regarded as a higher form of wisdom.

Why is propaganda so much more successful when it stirs up hatred than when it tries to stir up friendly feeling?

Great God in Boots! – the ontological argument is sound!

Memory demands an image.

If we were all given by magic the power to read each other's thoughts, I suppose the first effect would be to dissolve all friendships.

The Stoic assures us that what is happening now will happen over and over again. [If so, Providende would] ultimately grow weary through despair.