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.

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

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

The energy that actually shapes the world springs from emotions - racial pride, leader-worship, religious belief, love of war - which liberal intellectuals mechanically write off as anachronisms, and which they have usually destroyed so completely in themselves as to have lost all power of action.

He was an embittered atheist, the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him.

The object of power is power.

Imperialism as he [Kipling] sees it is a sort of forcible evangelising.