... it matters not what natural endowment a race may have if it prostitutes itself to the service of death.

Art and propaganda have this much connection, that if a propaganda makes art impossible, it is clearly damned.

... in the happy laughter of a theatre audience one can get the most immediate and numerically impressive guarantee that there is nothing in one's mind which is not familiar to the mass of persons living at the time.

I have no faith in the sense of comforting beliefs which persuade me that all my troubles are blessings in disguise.

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.

Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

It appears that even the different parts of the same person do not converse among themselves, do not succeed in learning from each other what are their desires and their intentions.