Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.

Who will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed? How can I regain even for a minute the feeling of ample leisure I had during my early, my creative years? Then I seldom felt fussed, or hurried. There was time for work, for play, for love, the confidence that if a task was not done at the appointed time, I easily could fit it into another hour. I used to take leisure for granted, as I did time itself.

No artifact is a work of art if it does not help to humanize us. Without art...our world would have remained a jungle.

One can repent even of having repented.

Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one's training.

Government lasts as long as the under-taxed can defend themselves against the over-taxed.

I never felt that there was anything enviable in youth. I cannot recall that any of us, as youths, admired our condition to excess or had a desire to prolong it.