Wyndham Lewis

In the democratic western countries so-called capitalism leads a saturnalia of 'freedom', like a bastard brother of reform.

A hundred things are done today in the divine name of Youth, that if they showed their true colors would be seen by rights to belong rather to old age.

Almost anything that can be praised or advocated has been put to some disgusting use. There is no principle, however immaculate, that has not had its compromising manipulator.

It is more comfortable for me, in the long run, to be rude than polite.

To be a satirist, at all events. The venom of Pope is what is needed. The sense of delight -- the expansion and the compassion of Shakespeare is no good at all for that. He is a bad comic.

Prostration is our natural position. A worm-like movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of movement that is natural to men.

I feel most at home in the United States, not because it is intrinsically a more interesting country, but because no one really belongs there any more than I do. We are all there together in its wholly excellent vacuum.

As a result of the feminist revolution, "feminine" becomes an abusive epithet.

The art of advertisement, after the American manner, has introduced into all our life such a lavish use of superlatives, that no standard of value whatever is intact.

Men were only made into 'men' with great difficulty even in primitive society: the male is not naturally 'a man' any more than the woman. He has to be propped up into that position with some ingenuity, and is always likely to collapse.

In the democratic western countries so-called capitalism leads a saturnalia of "freedom," like a bastard brother of reform.

What is the good of being an island, if you are not a volcanic island?

Men were only made into "men" with great difficulty even in primitive society: the male is not naturally "a man" any more than the woman. He has to be propped up into that position with some ingenuity, and is always likely to collapse.

Revolution today is taken for granted, and in consequence becomes rather dull.

As a result of the feminist revolution, 'feminine' becomes an abusive epithet.

A sort of war of revenge on the intellect is what, for some reason, thrives in the contemporary social atmosphere.

If the world would only build temples to Machinery in the abstract then everything would be perfect. The painter and sculptor would have plenty to do, and could, in complete peace and suitably honored, pursue their trade without further trouble.