People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.

I am so used to seeing the sort of play which deals with one man and two women. They do not leave me with the feeling I have made a full theatrical meal they do not give me the experience of the multiplicity of life.

The historian must have some conception of how men who are not historians behave. Otherwise he will move in a world of the dead. He can only gain that conception through personal experience, and he can only use his personal experiences when he is a genius.

Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch.

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.

The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.

We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.

Only people who have been allowed to practise freedom can have the grown-up look in their eyes.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?