An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling lie.

It is only when we have renounced our preoccupation with "I," "me," "mine," that we can truly possess the world in which we live. Everything, provided that we regard nothing as property. And not only is everything ours; it is also everybody else's.

Abused as we abuse it at present, dramatic art is in no sense cathartic; it is merely a form of emotional masturbation. It is the rarest thing to find a player who has not had his character affected for the worse by the practice of his profession. Nobody can make a habit of self-exhibition, nobody can exploit his personality for the sake of exercising a kind of hypnotic power over others, and remain untouched by the process.

I'm afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery.

Specialized meaninglessness has come to be regarded, in certain circles, as a kind of hallmark of true science.

Such prosperity as we have known it up to the present is the consequence of rapidly spending the planet's irreplaceable capital.

For the first time in the history of the world, Buddhism proclaimed a salvation which each individual could gain from him or herself, in this world, during this life, without any least reference to God, or to gods either great or small.