. . . work even when I'm satisfied with it is never my child I love nor my servant I've brought to heel. It's always busy work I do with my left hand, and part of me watches grudging the wastes of a lifetime.

Our faith in the present dies out long before our faith in the future.

It is my necessary breath of life to understand and expression is the only justification of life that I can feel without prodding.

What really binds men together is their culture, the ideas and the standards they have in common.

liberty is the one thing no man can have unless he grants it to others.

... it is a commonplace that men like war. For peace, in our society, with the feeling we have then that it is feeble-minded to strive except for one's own private profit, is a lonely thing and a hazardous business. Over and over men have proved that they prefer the hazards of war with all its suffering. It has its compensations.

I haven't strength of mind not to need a career.