Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.

Literature is doomed if liberty of thought perishes.

Perhaps a man really dies when his brain stops, when he loses the power to take in a new idea.

The words kept coming back to him, statement of a mystical truth and a palpable absurdity.

And the bigger the fall, the bigger the joke. It would be better fun to throw a custard pie at a bishop than at a curate.

Progress and reaction have both turned out to be swindles. Seemingly, there is nothing left but quietism - robbing reality of its terrors by simply submitting to it.

If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself. You must know all the while that it is there, but until it is needed you must never let it emerge into your consciousness in any shape that can be given a name.