What I do not know and cannot even hope to understand before I die is why human beings are willfully, coldly, matter-of-factly cruel to each other ... What nerve has atrophied in the torturer, or worse is sensually moved?

Nationalism will keep its venom until we succeed in creating an image of the nations of the whole world as so many provinces.

Great advertising is the expression of deep emotional sincerity.

Very rare, the intelligence of the heart. The intelligence of the whimsical brain is less rare, less attaching, sometimes tedious.

Critics have been amusing themselves for a long time by auscultating fiction for signs of heart failure.

Sadistic literature is not only inhumane. It is anti-human.

... the stomach is near the heart and one appetite pricks on another.