It's a sad thing about politics that most people get power too late, in that they differ from ladies of easy virtue who get their pleasures too early.

The only people I've met in this world who never doubt are materialists and atheists.

The genius of Man in our time has gone into jet-propulsion, atom-splitting, penicillin-curing, etc. There is none over for works of imagination; of spiritual insight or mystical enlightenment. I asked for bread and was given a tranquilliser.

Politicians get their power too late, and I think that he has inherited an impossible situation in which he is ill-equipped to deal.

Posterity will surely be amazed, and I hope vastly amused, that such slipshod and unconvincing theorizing should have so easily captivated twentieth-century minds and been so widely and recklessly applied.

In retrospect, all these exercises in self-gratification seem pure fantasy, what Pascal called, licking the earth.

In the 19th century, the English were loathed. Every memoir that you read of that period, indicates the loathing that everybody felt for the English, the only difference between the English and Americans, in this respect, is the English rather liked being loathed and the Americans apparently dislike it intensely.