“The numeric system was invented to help man to put order in the chaos of the world.”

The decadent international but individualistic capitalism in the hands of which we found ourselves after the war is not a success. It is not intelligent. It is not beautiful. It is not just. It is not virtuous. And it doesn’t deliver the goods.

The idea behind stamped money is sound.

An investor who proposes to ignore near-term market fluctuations needs greater resources for safety and must not operate on so large a scale, if at all, with borrowed money.

I find myself more and more relying for a solution of our problems on the invisible hand which I tried to eject from economic thinking twenty years ago.

There is no subtler, no surer means of overturning the existing basis of society than to debauch the currency.

I know of only three people who really understand money. A professor at another university. One of my students. And a rather junior clerk at the Bank of England.

Pyramid-building, earthquakes, even wars may serve to increase wealth, if the education of our statesmen on the principles of the classical economics stands in the way of anything better.

I work for a Government I despise for ends I think criminal.

All the political parties alike have their origins in past ideas and not in new ideas and none more conspicuously so than the Marxists .

The immense accumulations of fixed capital which, to the great benefit of mankind, were built up during the half century before the war, could never have come about in a Society where wealth was divided equitably.

But the dreams of designing diplomats do not always prosper, and we must trust the future .

When the facts change, I change my mind.

Americans are apt to be unduly interested in discovering what average opinion believes average opinion to be.

For at least another hundred years we must pretend to ourselves and to every one that fair is foul and foul is fair; for foul is useful and fair is not. Avarice and usury and precaution must be our gods for a little longer still.

The right remedy for the trade cycle is not to be found in abolishing booms and thus keeping us permanently in a semi-slump; but in abolishing slumps and thus keeping us permanently in a quasi-boom.

Practical men who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influence, are usually the slaves of some defunct economist. Madmen in authority, who hear voices in the air, are distilling their frenzy from some academic scribbler of a few years back.

Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.

The torch of doubt and chaos, this is what the sage steers by.

Love without knowledge is demonic.

Beauty in her chaos, and stories in her scars.

Life has meaning only when you give it meaning otherwise it is pure chaos.

But what have we learnt without the chaos?

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

There is chaos behind the civility, of course.