Everything was for tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. The present was only a bridge and on this bridge they are still groaning, as the world groans, and not one idiot ever thinks of blowing up the bridge.

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having.

In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance.

For the artist to attach himself to his work, or identify himself with it, is suicidal.

How different the new order would be if we could consult the veteran instead of the politician.

The concert is a polite form of self induced torture.