Anybody who has ever tried to rectify an injustice or set a record straight comes to feel that he is going mad.

Venice is the worlds unconscious: a misers glittering hoard, guarded by a Beast whose eyes are made of white agate, and by a saint who is really a prince who has just slain a dragon.

Driving a car, you are in danger of killing; walking or standing, of being killed.

Venice, as a city, was a foundling, floating upon the waters like Moses in his basket among the bulrushes.

It is impossible, except for theologians, to conceive of a world-wide scandal or a universe-wide scandal; the proof of this is the way people have settled down to living with nuclear fission, radiation poisoning, hydrogen bombs, satellites, and space rockets.

it's easier to forgive your enemies than to forgive your friends.

The idea of Macbeth as a conscience-torm ented man is a platitude as false as Macbeth himself. Macbeth has no conscience. His main concern throughout the play is that most selfish of all concerns: to get a good night's sleep.