There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.

Existence in itself, taken at its least miraculous, is a miracle.

To make laws is a human instinct that arises as soon as food and shelter have been ensured, among all peoples, everywhere.

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

All our Western thought is founded on this repulsive pretence that pain is the proper price of any good thing.

Woman too commonly commits the sin of self-sacrifice whereby she consents to be sequestered in the home, without intellectual stimulus, so that the tranquil flame of her unspoiled soul should radiate purity and nobility upon an indefinitely extended family.

Women know the damnation of charity because the habit of civilization has always been to throw them cheap alms rather than give them good wages.