Man is hypnotized by the glitter of his own gadgetry

When truth is nothing but truth, it's unnatural, it's an abstraction that resembles nothing in the real world.

I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.

These are the sort of things people ought to look at. Things without pretensions, satisfied to be merely themselves.

Man has an almost infinite capacity for taking things and people for granted and thereby missing out on the pleasure of being grateful that things aren't worse and of praising and thereby lifting the spirits of others.

Somewhere in the rain, there will always be an abandoned dog that prevents you from being happy.

Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect: they are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature, at any rate among the lower classes. . . . it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it.