Freedom is the fundamental condition for any growth.

In the 19th century inhumanity meant cruelty; in the 20th century it means schizoid self-alienation.

I think if you ask what people really mean by happiness today, it is the experience of unlimited consumption - the kind of thing Mr. Huxley described in "Brave New World."

Love is the child of freedom, never that of domination.

Death is never sweet, not even if it is suffered for the highest ideal.

In the first World War British propaganda had to invent the stories of German soldiers bayoneting Belgian babies, because there were too few real atrocities to feed the hatred against the enemy.

The most important misunderstanding seems to me to lie in a confusion between the human necessities which I consider part of human nature, and the human necessities as they appear as drives, needs, passions, etc., in any given historical period.