It is astonishing how the human animal survives its misfortunes.

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

It is not possible that a just God should forgive people who are wicked because another person who was good endured agony by being nailed to a cross.

A great many quite good plays could be performed with rhythmic howls in the place of dialogue and lose almost nothing by the change.

I take it as a prime cause of the present confusion of society that it is too sickly and too doubtful to use pleasure frankly as a test of value.

The memory, experiencing and re-experiencing, has such power over one's mere personal life, that one has merely lived.

If the whole human race lay in one grave, the epitaph on its headstone might well be: 'It seemed like a good idea at the time.'