What was once called the objective world is a sort of Rorschach ink blot, into which each culture, each system of science and religion, each type of personality, reads a meaning only remotely derived from the shape and color of the blot itself
Geneva has the sleepy tidiness of a man who combs his hair while yet in his pyjamas.
Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.
A man of courage never needs weapons, but he may need bail.
Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.
War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.