Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

Sheep with a nasty side.

Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.

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

Like the bee its sting, the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.

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

We create the world in which we live; if that world becomes unfit for human life, it is because we tire of our responsibility.