works of art feel towards human beings exactly as we do towards ghosts. The transparency of spectres, the diffuseness in space which lets them drift through doors and walls, and their smell of death, disgust us not more than we disgust works of art by our meaninglessness, our diffuseness in time which lets us drift through three score years and ten without a quarter as much significance as a picture establishes instantaneously.

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.

When we choose a god we choose one as much like ourselves as possible, or even more so!

It isn't only living people who die, it is great stretches of living, which can die even when the people who lived there still exist.

Those who foresee the future and recognize it as tragic are often seized upon by a madness which forced them to commit the very acts which make it certain that what they dread will happen.

History sometimes acts as madly as heredity, and her most unpredictable performances are often her most glorious.

There are two kinds of imperialists - imperialists and bloody imperialists.