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.

In books, the proportion of exceptional to commonplace people is high; in reality, very low.

Every gain made by individuals or society is almost instantly taken for granted.

An ideal is merely the projection, on an enormously enlarged scale, of some aspect of personality.

One of the many reasons for the bewildering and tragic character of human existence is the fact that social organization is at once necessary and fatal. Men are forever creating such organizations for their own convenience and forever finding themselves the victims of their home-made monsters.

Experience teaches only the teachable.

I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.