The choice before human beings, is not, as a rule, between good and evil but between two evils.

The fact is that every war suffers a kind of progressive degradation with every month that it continues, because such things as individual liberty and a truthful press are simply not compatible with military efficiency.

The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.

If he thinks he floats off the floor, and if I simultaneously think I see him do it, then the thing happens.

It is a feeling of relief, almost of pleasure, at knowing yourself at last genuinely down and out. You have talked so often of going to the dogs - and well, here are the dogs, and you have reached them, and you can stand it. It takes off a lot of anxiety.

Take away freedom of speech, and the creative faculties dry up.

For after all, what is there behind, except money? Money for the right kind of education, money for influential friends, money for leisure and peace of mind, money for trips to Italy. Money writes books, money sells them. Give me not righteousness, O lord, give me money, only money.