No American worth his salt should go looking around for a root. I advance this in all modesty, as a not unreasonable opinion.

Feminism was recognized by the average man as a conflict in which it was impossible for a man, as a chivalrous gentleman, as a respecter of the rights of little nations (like little Belgium), as a highly evolved citizen of a highly civilized community, to refuse the claim of this better half to self-determination.

A sort of war of revenge on the intellect is what, for some reason, thrives in the contemporary social atmosphere.

What is the good of being an island, if you are not a volcanic island?

So-called austerity, the stoic injunction, is the path towards universal destruction. It is the old, the fatal, competitive path. Pull in your belt is a slogan closely related to gird up your loins, or the guns-butter metaphor.

It is more comfortable for me, in the long run, to be rude than polite.

I feel most at home in the United States, not because it is intrinsically a more interesting country, but because no one really belongs there any more than I do. We are all there together in its wholly excellent vacuum.