(Some people) have a wonderful capacity to appreciate again and again, freshly and naively, the basic goods of life, with awe, pleasure, wonder, and even ecstasy.

We fear our highest possibility. We are generally afraid to become that which we can glimpse in our most perfect moments.

People are not evil; they are schlemiels.

Common sense means living in the world as it is today; but creative people are people who don't want the world as it is today but want to make another world.

It is vital that people "count their blessings:" to appreciate what they possess without having to undergo its actual loss.

It isn't normal to know what we want. It is a rare and difficult psychological achievement.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.