Only the dead have seen the end of the war.

Emotion is primarily about nothing and much of it remains about nothing to the end.

If you prefer illusions to realities, it is only because all decent realities have eluded you and left you in the lurch; or else your contempt for the world is mere hypocrisy and funk.

The need of exercise is a modern superstition, invented by people who ate too much and had nothing to think about.

Tolerated people are never conciliated. They live on, but the aroma of their life is lost.

All spiritual interests are supported by animal life.

Civilization is perhaps approaching one of those long winters that overtake it from time to time. Romantic Christendom - picturesque, passionate, unhappy episode - may be coming to an end. Such a catastrophe would be no reason for despair.