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

War is a specific product of civilization.

In war, the army is not merely a pure consumer, but a negative producer.

Every work of art is an abstraction from time; it denies the reality of change and decay and death.

Today, the degradation of the inner life is symbolized by the fact that the only place sacred from interruption is the private toilet.

The self holds both a hell and a heaven.

War is both the product of an earlier corruption, and a producer of new corruptions.