I was moving among two groups... who had almost ceased to communicate at all, who in intellectual, moral, and psychological climate had so little in common that... one might have crossed the ocean.

Civilization is hideously fragile... there's not much between us and the Horrors underneath, just about a coat of varnish.

I want a man who knows something about himself. And is appalled. And has to forgive himself to get along.

Nine English traditions out of ten date from the latter half of the nineteenth century.

I was moving among two groups... who had almost ceased to communicate at all, who in intellectual, moral, and psychological climate had so little in common that... one might have crossed the ocean.

Advertising degrades the people it appeals to; it deprives them of their will to choose.

It takes a very strong head to keep secrets for years and not go slightly mad. It isn't wise to be advised by anyone slightly mad.