Artists are on the average less happy than men of science.

Philosophy seems to me on the whole a rather hopeless business.

When the journey from means to end is not too long, the means themselves are enjoyed if the end is ardently desired.

I have lived in the pursuit of a vision, both personal and social. Personal: to care for what is noble, for what is beautiful, for what is gentle; to allow moments of insight to give wisdom at more mundane times. Social: to see in imagination the society that is to be created, where individuals grow freely, and where hate and greed and envy die because there is nothing to nourish them. These things I believe, and the world, for all its horrors, has left me unshaken.

Power is sweet; it is a drug, the desire for which increases with a habit.

I do not myself feel that any person who is really profoundly humane can believe in everlasting punishment.

There are infinite possibilities of error, and more cranks take up fashionable untruths than unfashionable truths.