I wonder that anybody is sane.
Now we have swung into a period and a state of mind wherein all this seems normal.

A lady said to me at a dinner party (think of a dinner party at all!), "Oh, how I shall miss the war when it ends! Life without it will surely be dull and tame.

What can we talk about?
Will the old subjects ever interest us again ?" I said, "Let's you and me try and see." So we talked about books--not war books--old country houses that we both knew, gardens and gold and what not; and in fifteen minutes we swung back to the war before we were aware.
I get out of it, as the days rush by, certain fundamental convictions, which seem to me not only true--true beyond any possible cavil--truer than any other political things are true--and far more important than any other contemporary facts whatsoever in any branch of endeavour, but better worth while than anything else that men now living may try to further: 1.

The cure for democracy is more democracy.

The danger to the world lies in autocrats and autocracies and privileged classes; and these things have everywhere been dangerous and always will be.
There's no security in any part of the world where people cannot think of a government without a king, and there never will be.