Often I am struck in amazement about a word: I suddenly realize that the complete arbitrariness of our language is but a part of the arbitrariness of our own world in general.

The first principle of child-rearing is to choose a good mother.

Aviation will give new nourishment to the religious sprit of mankind. It will add airspace to those other great heighteners of the cosmic mood: the wood, the sea, the desert.

If modern civilization man had to kill the animals he eats, the number of vegetarians would rise astronomically.

Chess truly uncovers whether or not someone has imagination and takes initiative.

Enthusiasm is the most beautiful word on earth.

To me, the term 'middle-class' connotes a safe, comfortable, middle-of-the road policy. Above all, our language is 'middle-class' in the middle of our road. To drive it to one side or the other or even off the road, is the noblest task of the future.