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

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

I find to my astonishment that an unhappy marriage goes on being unhappy when it is over.

Man is a hating rather than a loving animal.

Nobody ever wrote a good book simply by collecting a number of accurate facts and valid ideas.

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

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