When I hear of people who weary of each other, I believe it is because they have sought virtues in themselves alone, attractions of physical beauty. Have they based their love on each other's thoughts? Who can weary of thoughts which change every day?

I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less creative the next day.

Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.