A tragic writer does not have to believe in God, but he must believe in man.
The human mind can appreciate the One only by seeing it first in the Many.
In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.
Civilizations die from philosophical calm, irony, and a sense of fair play quite as surely as they die of debauchery.
Any euphemism ceases to be euphemistic after a time and the true meaning begins to show through. It's a losing game, but we keep on trying.
Man is, perhaps, no more prone to war than he used to be and no more inclined to commit other evil deeds. But a given amount of ill will or folly will go further than it used to.