A man with few friends is only half-developed; there are whole sides of his nature which are locked up and have never been expressed. He cannot unlock them himself, he cannot even discover them; friends alone can stimulate him and open him.

One keeps healthy in wartime...by a vigorous assertion of values in which war has no part.

In your reaction to an imagined attack on your country or an insult to its government, you draw closer to the herd for protection, you conform in word and deed, and you insist vehemently that everybody else shall think, speak, and act together. And you fix your adoring gaze upon the State, with a truly filial look, as upon the Father of the flock.

A good discussion increases the dimensions of everyone who takes part.

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

Society is one vast conspiracy for carving one into the kind of statue likes, and then placing it in the most convenient niche it has.

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