The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.

When those of our army whose voices are likely to coo tell us that the day of sex antagonism is over and that henceforth we only have to advance hand in hand with the male, I do not believe it.

Economists are like Aeolian harps, and the sounds that issue from them are determined by the winds that blow.

I believe if people are looking for the truth, the truth of the Christian religion will come out and meet them.

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.'

art is at least in part a way of collecting information about the universe.