Old-fogyism is comfortably closing in.

I find more and more that I am a man of the 1920s. I still expect something exciting. Drinks, animated conversation, gaiety: the uninhibited exchange of ideas.

I think with my right hand.

Marxism is the opium of the intellectuals.

The great mistake about Europe is taking the countries seriously and letting them quarrel and drop bombs on one another.

The human imagination has already come to conceive the possibility of recreating human society.

I have learned to read the papers calmly and not to hate the fools I read about.