All great Truth first starts as Blasphemy.

All dress is fancy dress, is it not, except our natural skins?

I finished my first book seventy-six years ago. I offered it to every publisher on the English-speaking earth I had ever heard of. Their refusals were unanimous: and it did not get into print until, fifty years later; publishers would publish anything that had my name on it.

I never expect a soldier to think.

No community has ever yet passed beyond the initial phases in which its pugnacity and fanaticism enabled it to found a nation, and its cupidity to establish and develop a commercial civilization.

It is ridiculous to say that art has nothing to do with morality. What is true is that the artist's business is not that of the policeman.

I wish people would stop talking about my birthday.