In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.

A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he set out, will have condemned himself to second-hand thoughts and to second-rate friends.

Melancholy and remorse forms the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality.

When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.

The civilization of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.

The disasters of the world are due to its inhabitants not being able to grow old simultaneously. There is always a raw and intolerant nation eager to destroy the tolerant and mellow.