The Communism of the English intellectual is something explicable enough. It is the patriotism of the deracinated.

All rulers in all ages have tried to impose a false view of the world upon their followers.

Revolutions only effect a radical improvement when the masses are alert and know how to chuck out their leaders as soon as the latter have done their job.

Dickens is one of those authors who are well worth stealing.

This life we live nowadays. It's not life, it's stagnation death-in-life. Look at all these bloody houses and the meaningless people inside them. Sometimes I think we're all corpses. Just rotting upright.

People invent new machines and improve existing ones almost unconsciously, rather as a Somnambulist will go walking in his sleep. The interesting puzzle in our times is that we so willingly sleepwalk through the process of reconstituting the conditions of human existence.

Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible.