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.

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

German is of stone, limestone, pudding stone, marble, granite even, and so to a considerable degree is English, whereas French is bronze and gives out a metallic resonance with tones that neither German nor English tolerate.

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

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

Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.

Government is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.