No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?

Admiration of the proletariat, like that of dams, power stations, and aeroplanes, is part of the ideology of the machine age.

If all our happiness is bound up entirely in our personal circumstances it is difficult not to demand of life more than it has to give.

I consider the official Catholic attitude on divorce, birth control, and censorship exceedingly dangerous to mankind.

When we perceive any object of a familiar kind, much of what appears subjectively to be immediately given is really derived from past experience.

There was, I think, never any reason to believe in any innate superiority of the male, except his superior muscle.

Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, the chief glory of man.