Ending is better than mending.

A man can smile and smile and be a villain.

What wonder, then, if human beings in their search for the divine have generally preferred to look within!

All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant.

Industrial man—a sentient reciprocating engine having a fluctuating output, coupled to an iron wheel revolving with uniform velocity. And then we wonder why this should be the golden age of revolution and mental derangement.

This concern with the basic condition of freedom -- the absence of physical constraint -- is unquestionably necessary, but is not all that is necessary. It is perfectly possible for a man to be out of prison and yet not free -- to be under no physical constraint and yet to be a psychological captive, compelled to think, feel and act as the representatives of the national State, or of some private interest within the nation, want him to think, feel and act.

If human beings were shown what they're really like, they'd either kill one another as vermin, or hang themselves.