Wars are made to make debt.

In case I conk out, this is provisionally what I have to do: I must clarify obscurities; I must make clearer definite ideas or dissociations. I must find a verbal formula to combat the rise of brutality--the principle of order versus the split atom.

I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.

The real trouble with war (modern war) is that it gives no one a chance to kill the right people.

The intellect is a very nice whirligig toy, but how people take it seriously is more than I can understand.

I have always thought the suicide should bump off at least one swine before taking off for parts unknown.

A crowd pagan as ever imperial Rome was, eager, careless, with an animal vigour unlike that of any European crowd that I have ever looked at.