A person incapable of imaging another world than given to him by his senses would be subhuman, and a person who identifies his imaginary world with the world of sensory fact has become insane.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look: We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help nor pardon.

Some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they should never bother about.

When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.

Politics cannot be a science, because in politics theory and practice cannot be separated, and the sciences depend upon their separation.

I just try to put the thing out and hope somebody will read it. Someone says: 'Whom do you write for?' I reply: 'Do you read me?' If they say 'Yes,' I say, 'Do you like it?' If they say 'No,' then I say, 'I don't write for you.'

Life is a picnic on a precipice.