Mozart eliminates the idea of haste from life. His airs could not lag as they make their journey through the listener's attention; they are not the r….

Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world..

There are acacias, a graceful species amusingly devitalized by sentimentality, this kind drooping its leaves with the grace of a young widow bowed in….

Anthologies are mischievous things. Some years ago there was a rage for chemically predigested food, which was only suppressed when doctors pointed o….

I cannot think that espionage can be recommended as a technique for building an impressive civilization. It's a lout's game..

The delight we find in art amounts to recognition of a saving grace, to an acknowledgment that the problem of life has a solution implicit in its own….

Art and propaganda have this much connection, that if a propaganda makes art impossible, it is clearly damned..

Destiny is another name for humanity's half-hearted yet persistent search for death. Again and again peoples have had the chance to live and show wha….

Because hypocrisy stinks in the nostrils one is likely to rate it as a more powerful agent for destruction than it is..

There was too much hatred in the world; it was manifestly as dangerous as gunpowder, yet people let it lie about, in the way of ignition..

It is always one's virtues and not one's vices that precipitate one into disaster..

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example..

The earth itself is slightly resistant to routine..

Woman too commonly commits the sin of self-sacrifice whereby she consents to be sequestered in the home, without intellectual stimulus, so that the t….

The mind is its own enemy, that fights itself with the innumerable pliant and ineluctable arms of the octopus..

After any disturbance (such as two world wars coinciding with a period of growing economic and monetary incomprehensibility) we find our old concepts….

There is in every one of us an unending see-saw between the will to live and the will to die..

Humanity is never more sphinxlike than when it is expressing itself..

Where there is real love one wants to go to church first..

When anything important has to be written ... I think your hand concentrates for you..

Why must you always try to be omnipotent, and shove things about? Tragic things happen sometimes that we just have to submit to..