The childhood of the individual and the race is full of fears, and panic-stricken attempts to avert what is feared by placating the gods with painful sacrifices.

A child is an adult temporarily enduring conditions which exclude the possibility of happiness.

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

Man is a hating rather than a loving animal.

International relationships are preordained to be clumsy gestures based on imperfect knowledge.

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

the law, like art, is always vainly racing to catch up with experience.