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.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament... the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy.

I wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?

International affairs will be placed on a better footing when it is understood that there is no way of punishing a people for the crimes of its rulers.

The Renaissance had resulted in the emancipation of the individual, in making him feel that the universe had no other purpose than his happiness. This brought an entirely new answer to the question, 'Why should I do this or that?' It used to be, 'Because self-instituted authority command you.' The answer now was, 'Because it is good for men.' In this lies our greatest debt to the Renaissance, that it instituted the welfare of men as the end of all action.

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