The mediocrity of everything in the great world of today is simply appalling. We live in intellectual slums.

The tendency to gather and to breed philosophers in universities does not belong to ages of free and humane reflection: it is scholastic and proper to the Middle Ages and to Germany.

There is no dunce like a mature dunce.

The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.

For gold is tried in the fire and acceptable men in the furnace of adversity.

For Shakespeare, in the matter of religion, the choice lay between Christianity and nothing. He chose nothing.

I have no axe to grind; only my thoughts to burnish.