For four wicked centuries the world has dreamed this foolish dream of efficiency; and the end is not yet. But the end will come.

The medieval doctors of divinity who did not pretend to settle how many angels could dance on the point of a needle cut a very poor figure as far as romantic credulity is concerned beside the modern physicists who have settled to the billionth of a millimetre every movement and position in the dance of the electrons. Not for worlds would I question the precise accuracy of these calculations or the existence of electrons (whatever they may be). The fate of Joan is a warning to me against such heresy.

You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.

Set me anything to do as a task, and it is inconceivable the desire I have to do something else.

Money is the counter that enables life to be lived socially; it is life as truly as sovereigns and banknotes are money.

A revolutionist is one who desires to discard the existing social order and try another.

Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all others because you were born in it.