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.