The modern world is filled with men who hold dogmas so strongly that they do not even know they are dogmas.

By all men bond to Nothing, Being slaves without a lord, By one blind idiot world obeyed, Too blind to be abhorred.

Journalism largely consists of saying 'Lord Jones is Dead' to people who never knew that Lord Jones was alive.

London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.

The real trouble with this world of ours is not that it is an unreasonable world, nor even that it is a reasonable one. The commonest kind of trouble is that it is nearly reasonable, but not quite. ... It looks just a little more mathematical and regular than it is; its exactitude is obvious, but its inexactitude is hidden; its wilderness lies in wait.

At the bottom of all the tributes paid to democracy is the little man, walking into the little booth, with a little pencil, making a little cross on a little bit of paper. . . .

A tragedy means always a mans struggle with that which is stronger than man.