Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human state.

Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.

If you look at our world, it's a world of critique.

Before the Second World War, I believed in the perfectability of social man; that a correct structure of society produced goodwill; and that, therefore, you could remove all social ills by a reorganisation of society. It is possible that I believe something of the same again; but after the war, I did not because I was unable to.

Man produces evil as a bee produces honey.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.