Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian.

He can only get away from death by continually stepping within an inch of it.

Aesthetes never do anything but what they are told.

I have no right to think for myself. I have no right to think at all.

We cannot fling ourselves into the blank future; we can only call up images from the past. This being so, the important principle follows, that how many images we have largely depends on how much past we have.

Ten thousand women marched through the streets shouting, 'We will not be dictated to,' and went off and became stenographers.

The only object of liberty is life.