I work for a Government I despise for ends I think criminal.

The key to selecting the winner isn't choosing the face you think is the most beautiful but rather the face other people will pick

The book, as it stands, seems to me to be one of the most frightful muddles I have ever read, with scarcely a sound proposition in it beginning with page 45 [Hayek provided historical background up to page 45; after that came his theoretical model], and yet it remains a book of some interest, which is likely to leave its mark on the mind of the reader. It is an extraordinary example of how, starting with a mistake, a remorseless logician can end up in bedlam.

In this autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes.

A sound banker, alas, is not one who foresees danger and avoids it, but one who, when he is ruined, is ruined in a conventional and orthodox way along with his fellows, so that no one can really blame him. It is necessarily part of the business of a banker to maintain appearances, and to confess a conventional respectability, which is more than human. Life-long practices of this kind make them the most romantic and the least realistic of men.

It is a good thing to make mistakes so long as you're found out quickly.

Words ought to be a little wild, for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.