The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.

All I have is a voice to undo the folded lie, the romantic lie in the brain of the sensual man-in-the-street and the lie of Authority whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State and no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice to the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

The windiest militant trash Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About Diaghilev Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have; Not universal love But to be loved alone.

You will be a poet because you will always be humiliated.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.

The most difficult problem in personal knowledge, whether of oneself or of others, is the problem of guessing when to think as a historian and when to think as an anthropologist.