. . . it is a corrupting thing to live one's real life in secret. One should live with the stream of life, not against it.
We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it.
The heresy of heresies was common sense.
Man's greatest drive is not love or hate but to change another person's writing.
Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold.
The existence of good bad literature—the fact that one can be amused or excited or even moved by a book that one's intellect simply refuses to take seriously—is a reminder that art is not the same thing as cerebration.