The way people in democracies think of the government as something different from themselves is a real handicap. And, of course, sometimes the government confirms their opinion.

If we never met again in our lives I should feel that somehow the whole adventure of existence was justified by my having met you.

Geneva has the sleepy tidiness of a man who combs his hair while yet in his pyjamas.

Adding highway lanes to deal with traffic congestion is like loosening your belt to cure obesity.

This metropolitan world, then, is a world where flesh and blood is less real than paper and ink and celluloid.

Nothing about his life is more strange to [man] or more unaccountable in purely mundane terms than the stirrings he finds in himself, usually fitful but sometimes overwhelming, to look beyond his animal existence and not be fully satisfied with its immediate substance. He lacks the complacency of the other animals: he is obsessed by pride and guilt, pride at being something more than a mere animal, built at falling short of the high aims he sets for himself.

The mind reproduces itself by transmitting its symbols to other intermediaries, human and mechanical, than the particular brain that first assembled them.