This really revolutionary revolution is to be achieved, not in the external world, but in the souls and flesh of human beings.
If the Prince of Peace should come to earth, one of the first things he would do would be to put psychiatrists in their place.
As late as the seventeenth century, monarchs owned so little furniture that they had to travel from palace to palace with wagon-loads of plate and bedspreads, of carpets and tapestries.
War is often described as a law of nature-this is not true: Among the lower animals, war is unknown.
Modern man’s besetting temptation is to sacrifice his direct perceptions and spontaneous feelings to his reasoned reflections; to prefer in all circumstances the verdict of his intellect to that of his immediate intuitions.
Addiction is an increasing desire for an act that gives less and less satisfaction.
The poet’s place, it seems to me, is with the Mr. Hydes of human nature.
Only one more indispensable massacre of Capitalists or Communists or Fascists or Christians or Heretics, and there we are in the Golden Future.
The instinct of acquisitiveness has more perverts, I believe, than the instinct of sex. At any rate, people seem to me odder about money than about even their amours.
A majority of young people seem to develop mental arteriosclerosis forty years before they get the physical kind.
By comparison with a night-club, churches are positively gay.
This growing poverty in the midst of growing population constitutes a permanent menace to peace. And not only to peace, but also to democratic institutions and personal liberty For overpopulation is not compatible with freedom.
Religion is always a patron of the arts, but its taste is by no means impeccable.
The most intractable of our experiences is the experience of Time-the intuition of duration, combined with the thought of perpetual perishing.
Applied Science is a conjuror, whose bottomless hat yields impartially the softest of Angora rabbits and the most petrifying of Medusas.
Man is unique in organizing the mass murder of his own species.
The advertisement is one of the most interesting and difficult of modern literary forms.
The thin and precarious crust of decency is all that separates any civilization, however impressive, from the hell of anarchy or systematic tyranny which lie in wait beneath the surface .
The more you know, the more you see.
If we must play the theological game, let us never forget that it is a game. Religion, it seems to me, can survive only as a consciously accepted system of make-believe.