The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it.

Democracy, like any non-coercive relationship, rests on a shared understanding of limits.

The world is not run by thought, nor by imagination, but by opinion.

Democracy, like any non-coercive relationship, rests on a shared understanding of limits

The world is not run by thought, nor by imagination, but by opinion

The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.