All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.
To walk through the ruined cities of Germany is to feel an actual doubt about the continuity of civilization.
Political chaos is connected with the decay of language... one can probably bring about some improvement by starting at the verbal end.
A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.
The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.
There is hardly such a thing as a war in which it makes no difference who wins. Nearly always one side stands more or less for progress, the other side more or less for reaction.
We of the sinking middle class may sink without further struggles into the working class where we belong, and probably when we get there it will not be so dreadful as we feared, for, after all, we have nothing to lose.
Political language... is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing and then simply persists in his lunacy?
So much of left-wing thought is a kind of playing with fire by people who don't even know that fire is hot.
No advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer.
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.
Each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.
Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.
Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing. There is always a new tyrant waiting to take over from the old -- generally not quite so bad, but still a tyrant. Consequently two viewpoints are always tenable. The one, how can you improve human nature until you have changed the system? The other, what is the use of changing the system before you have improved human nature? They appeal to different individuals, and they probably show a tendency to alternate in point of time. The moralist and the revolutionary are constantly undermining one another.