Democracy is like blowing your nose. You may not do it well, but it's something you ought to do yourself.

The person who is really in revolt is the optimist, who generally lives and dies in a desperate and suicidal effort to persuade other people how good they are.

He had found the thing which the modern people call Impressionism, which is another name for that final scepticism which can find no floor to the universe.

For the only courage worth calling courage must necessarily mean that the soul passes a breaking point and does not break.

A strange fanaticism fills our time: the fanatical hatred of morality, especially of Christian morality.

The diseased pride [of artistic individualists] was not even conscious of a public interest, and would have found all political terms utterly tasteless and insignificant. It was no longer a question of one man one vote, but of one man one universe.

No man knows he is young while he is young.