You're only a rebel from the waist downwards,' he told her.

England is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of their own nationality.

Man serves the interests of no creature except himself.

We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.

They were governed by private loyalties which they did not question. What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself

. . . it is a corrupting thing to live one's real life in secret. One should live with the stream of life, not against it.

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.