We think in youth that our bodies are identical to ourselves and have the same interests, but discover later in life that they are heartless companions who have been accidentally yoked with us, and who are as likely as not, in our extreme sickness or old age, to treat us with less mercy than we would have received at the hands of the worst bandits.

Of Virginia Woolf: The talent of this generation which is most certain of survival.

I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood.

History sometimes acts as madly as heredity, and her most unpredictable performances are often her most glorious.

What is art? It is not decoration. It is the re-living of experience.

It seemed a good idea at the time.

When we choose a god we choose one as much like ourselves as possible, or even more so!