When war is not just it is subsequently justified; so it becomes many things. In reality, an unjust war is merely piracy. It consists of piracy, ego and, more than anything, money. War is our century's prostitution.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.

All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.

Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.

The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an "objective correlative"; in other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula for that particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked.

A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.