Books-bright windows in this life of ours, lit by the shining souls of men.

Nothing endures, nothing is precise and certain (except the mind of a pedant), perfection is the mere repudiation of that ineluctable marginal inexactitude which is the mysterious inmost quality of Being

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

Human history is, in essence, a history of ideas.

In all the round world there is no meat. There used to be. But now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses.

There comes a moment in the day when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon, and have nothing further to do. Then comes that hour when you are bored; that's the time for sex.

Everywhere in the world there are ignorance and prejudice, but the greatest complex of these, with the most extensive prestige and the most intimate entanglement with traditional institutions, is the Roman Catholic Church.