Public opinion, in its raw state, gushes out in the immemorial form of the mob's fear. It is piped into central factories, and there it is flavoured and colored and put into cans.

The lunatic fringe wags the underdog.

In every woman's life there is one real and consuming love. But very few women guess which one it is.

Nietzsche, to the end of his days, remained a Russian pastor's son, and hence two-thirds of a Puritan; he erected his war upon holiness, toward the end, into a sort of holy war.

I know some who are constantly drunk on books as other men are drunk on whiskey.

Fame: an embalmer trembling with stage fright.

The theatre, when all is said and done, is not life in miniature, but life enormously magnified, life hideously exaggerated.