If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror--on thethings that I might have avoided.

The strong are so stupid.

English literature is a flying fish.

But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.

Failure or success seems to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is the wriggle.

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.