To make laws is a human instinct that arises as soon as food and shelter have been ensured, among all peoples, everywhere..

Here lies the real terror in the international war of ideologies; that a city knows not whom it entertains..

The aged are terrible - mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round them..

Reason's a thing we dimly see in sleep..

Were it possible for us to wait for ourselves to come into the room, not many of us would find our hearts breaking into flower as we heard the door h….

One was kind, out of a bounty that could hardly be exhausted, to old governesses and gardeners, who could be relied upon to give thanks with proper a….

There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all..

There is nothing more frightening than the faces of people whom one does not know but who seem to know one, and be amused by one..

The Portrait of a Lady is entirely successful in giving one the sense of having met somebody far too radiantly good for this world..

Behind it was that vast suspension bridge which always troubles me because it reminds me that in this mechanized age I am as little able to understan….

I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood..

It's my profession to bring people from various outlying districts of the mind to the normal. There seems to be a general feeling it's the place wher….

Only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house t….

A bad short story or novel or poem leaves one comparatively calm because it does not exist, unless it gets a fake prestige throughbeing mistaken for ….

I have never been able to write with anything more than the left hand of my mind; the right hand has always been engaged in something to do with pers….

... to lovers innumerable things do not matter..

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning..

It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion..

Economists are like Aeolian harps, and the sounds that issue from them are determined by the winds that blow..

It seemed a good idea at the time..

A great many quite good plays could be performed with rhythmic howls in the place of dialogue and lose almost nothing by the change..