“In the face of pain there are no heroes.”

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

Some ideas are so stupid that only intellectuals believe them.

Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes.

Free speech is my right to say what you don’t want to hear.

I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.

A man receiving charity always hates his benefactor- it is a fixed characteristic of human nature.

Right thinking will be rewarded, wrong thinking punished.

Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.

We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.

Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible.

It is not possible for any thinking person to live in such a society as our own without wanting to change it.

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.

At 50, everyone has the face he deserves.

When I see a policeman with a club beating a man on the ground, I don’t have to ask whose side I’m on.

He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.

Art has no other object than to set aside the symbols of practical utility, the generalities that are conventionally and socially accepted, everything in fact which masks reality from us, in order to set us face to face with reality itself.

An organization that is not facing up to people who are not getting the job done, is going to have difficulties.

The story of Pakistan, its struggle and its achievement, is the very story of great human ideals, struggling to survive in the face of great odds and difficulties.

I wonder if to stare into the face of God will drive me crazy. (I wonder who would blink first.)

The industry has changed. Two years ago I could tell a company I’ve got Russell Crowe and that would get the film made. Now they’d ask ‘And who’s the girl?’ Just one famous face isn’t enough any more.

He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. Would you please tell me what you’re thinking? Before I go mad?

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.