Wars are made to make debt.
Knowledge is the eye of desire and can become the pilot of the soul.
If the individual, or heretic, gets hold of some essential truth, or sees some error in the system being practiced, he commits so many marginal errors himself that he is worn out before he can establish his point.
Food simply isn’t important to me.
Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.
Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.
Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber’s wax dummy is to sculpture.
A civilized man is one who will give a serious answer to a serious question. Civilization itself is a certain sane balance of values.
The family is the nucleus of civilization.
Religion, oh, just another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art.