Patriotism has become a mere national self assertion, a sentimentality of flag-cheering with no constructive duties.

This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism, and then comes languor and decay.

Endless conflicts. Endless misunderstanding. All life is that. Great and little cannot understand one another.

You have, let us say, a promising politician, a rising artist that you wish to destroy. Dagger or bomb are archaic, clumsy and unreliable - but teach him, inoculate him with chess.

Is it any wonder that to this day this Galilean is too much for our small hearts?

There is no difference between Time and any of the three dimensions of Space except that our consciousness moves along it.

A young mistress is better than an old master.