It was the people who did not care who filled the world with fire and oppression. It was the hands of the indifferent that lit the faggots; it was the hands of the indifferent that turned the rack.

For when we cease to worship God, we do not worship nothing, we worship anything.

A great city is the place to escape the true drama of provincial life, and find solace in fantasy.

What people call impartiality may simply mean indifference, and what people call partiality may simply mean mental activity.

What affects men sharply about a foreign nation is not so much finding or not finding familiar things; it is rather not finding them in the familiar place.

I still hold. . .that the suburbs ought to be either glorified by romance and religion or else destroyed by fire from heaven, or even by firebrands from the earth.

Buddhism is not a creed, it is a doubt.