Humanity either makes, or breeds, or tolerates all its afflictions.
Advertising is legalized lying.
Cycle tracks will abound in Utopia.
Adapt or perish, now as ever, is Nature's inexorable imperative.
Crime and bad lives are the measure of a State's failure, all crime in the end is the crime of the community.
Cynicism is humor in ill health.
The science hangs like a gathering fog in a valley, a fog which begins nowhere and goes nowhere, an incidental, unmeaning inconvenience to passers-by.
Biologically the species is the accumulation of the experiments of all its successful individuals since the beginning.
Go away...I'm alright.
It is possible to believe that all the past is but the beginning of a beginning, and that all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn. It is possible to believe that all the human mind has ever accomplished is but the dream before the awakening.
The path of social advancement is, and must be, strewn with broken friendships.
One of the darkest evils of our world is surely the unteachable wildness of the Good.
The doctrine of the Kingdom of Heaven, which was the main teaching of Jesus, is certainly one of the most revolutionary doctrines that ever stirred and changed human thought.
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
Human history in essence is the history of ideas.
History is a race between education and catastrophe.
Man is the unnatural animal, the rebel child of nature, and more and more does he turn himself against the harsh and fitful hand that reared him.
Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.
He was inordinately proud of England and he abused her incessantly.
Our true nationality is mankind.
In England we have come to rely upon a comfortable time-lag of fifty years or a century intervening between the perception that something ought to be done and a serious attempt to do it.
Fools make researches and wise men exploit them.
There comes a moment in the day when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon, and have nothing further to do. Then comes that hour when you are bored; that's the time for sex.
Go away, I'm all right!
The only true measure of success is the ratio between what we might have done and what we might have been on the one hand, and the thing we have made and the things we have made of ourselves on the other.
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.
The crisis of yesterday is the joke of tomorrow.
There is nothing in machinery, there is nothing in embankments and railways and iron bridges and engineering devices to oblige them to be ugly. Ugliness is the measure of imperfection.