Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.

Religion is always a patron of the arts, but its taste is by no means impeccable.

The goal in life is to discover that you’ve always been where you were supposed to be.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Back to culture. Yes, actually to culture. You can’t consume much if you sit still and read books.

Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning, truth and beauty can't.

All urbanization, pushed beyond a certain point, automatically becomes suburbanization.... Every great city is just a collection of suburbs. Its inhabitantsdo not live in their city; they merely inhabit it.