Unless we insist that politics is imagination and mind, we will learn that imagination and mind are politics, and of a kind we will not like.

We are all ill; but even a universal sickness implies an idea of health.

It is possible that the contemplation of cruelty will not make us humane but cruel; that the reiteration of the badness of our spiritual condition will make us consent to it.

Where misunderstanding serves others as an advantage, one is helpless to make oneself understood.

Immature artists imitate. Mature artists steal.

The poet may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather.

At the bottom of at least popular Marxism there has always been a kind of disgust with humanity as it is and a perfect faith in humanity as it is to be.