People generally quarrel because they cannot argue.

I do not believe that any human being is fundamentally happier for being finally lost in a crowd, even if it is called a crowd of comrades.

If, therefore, nonsense is really to be the literature of the future, it must have its own version of the Cosmos to offer; the world must not only be tragic, romantic, and religious, it must be nonsensical also.

Silence is the unbearable repartee.

I say that a man must be certain of his morality for the simple reason that he has to suffer for it.

It is the decisive people who have become civilised; it is the indecisive, otherwise called the higher sceptics, or the idealistic doubters, who have remained barbarians.

There is, therefore, about all complete conviction a kind of huge helplessness.