Man approaches the unattainable truth through a succession of errors.

Orthodoxy is the diehard of the world of thought. It learns not, neither can it forget.

Good is a product of the ethical and spiritual artistry of individuals; it cannot be mass-produced.

I can sympathize with people's pains, but not with their pleasures. There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.

Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure.

Which is better: to have fun with fungi or to have Idiocy with ideology, to have wars because of words, to have tomorrow's misdeeds out of yesterday's miscreeds?

Cant is always rather nauseating; but before we condemn political hypocrisy, let us remember that it is the tribute paid by men of leather to men of God, and that the acting of the part of someone better than oneself may actually commit one to a course of behavior perceptibly less evil than what would be normal and natural in an avowed cynic.

Idealism is the noble toga that political gentlemen drape over their will to power.

What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons of heroes --ah, they have all the necessary leisure.

Defined in psychological terms, a fanatic is a man who consciously over-compensates a secret doubt.