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

All disgrace smells alike. Differences in ruin are only matters of degree.

If the poor ever feel poor as the rich do, we will have a most bloody revolution.

Here lies the real terror in the international war of ideologies; that a city knows not whom it entertains.

For the sake of my country, and perhaps a little for the sake of my soul, I have given up the deep peace of being in opposition.

She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.

works of art feel towards human beings exactly as we do towards ghosts. The transparency of spectres, the diffuseness in space which lets them drift through doors and walls, and their smell of death, disgust us not more than we disgust works of art by our meaninglessness, our diffuseness in time which lets us drift through three score years and ten without a quarter as much significance as a picture establishes instantaneously.