With the shock of war the state comes into its own again.

We can easily become as much slaves to precaution as we can to fear.

If you are not an idealist by the time you are twenty you have no heart, but if you are still an idealist by the time you are thirty, you don't have a head.

War is the health of the State. It automatically sets in motion throughout society these irresistible forces for uniformity, for passionate cooperation with the government in coercing into obedience the minority groups and individuals which lack the larger herd sense.

Few people even scratch the surface, much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience.

The ironic life is a life keenly alert, keenly sensitive, reacting promptly with feelings of liking or dislike to each bit of experience, letting none of it pass without interpretation and assimilation, a life full and satisfying - indeed a rival of the religious life.

Culture, like the kingdom of heaven, lies within us, and not in foreign galleries and books.