Every one on this earth should believe, amid whatever madness or moral failure, that his life and temperament have some object on the earth. Every one on the earth should believe that he has something to give to the world which cannot otherwise be given.

The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.

Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination.

The pure modernist is merely a snob; he cannot bear to be a month behind the fashion.

In truth, there are only two kinds of people; those who accept dogma and know it, and those who accept dogma and don't know it.

No sceptical philosopher can ask any questions that may not equally be asked by a tired child on a hot afternoon.

Madness does not come by breaking out, but by giving in; by settling down in some dirty, little, self-repeating circle of ideas; by being tamed.