Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play.

A book is like a man - clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, …

Time is the only critic without ambition.

He doesn't belong to a race clever enough to split the atom but not clever enough to live at peace with itself.

Government is good at one thing: It knows how to break your legs, hand you a crutch, and say, 'See, if it weren't for the government, you wouldn't be able to w…

Derriere un voile, invisible et presente, J'etais de ce grand corps l'ame toute-puissante.

Christianity is most admirably adapted to the training of slaves, to the perpetuation of a slave society; in short, to the very conditions confronting us to-da…