I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.

It disturbs me no more to find men base, unjust, or selfish than to see apes mischievous, wolves savage, or the vulture ravenous.

When the rich [and politically powerful] make war, it's the poor [and politically weak] who die.

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

I enjoy feeling fastidious and aloof. I enjoy saying no, always no, and I should be afraid of any attempt to construct a finally habitable world, because I should merely have to say - Yes; and act like other people.

I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.

I know only one Church: it is the society of men.