One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

I am convinced that the air we normally breathe is a kind of water, and men and women are a species of fish.

A house o' women is as dead as a house wi' no fire, to my thinkin'. I'm not a spider as likes to corner myself. I like a man about, if he's only something to snap at.

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

Where is the source of all money-sickness, and the origin of all sex-perversion?.... It lies in the heart of man, and not in the conditions.

The purest lesson our era has taught is that man, at his highest, is an individual, single, isolate, alone, in direct soul-communication with the unknown God, which prompts within him.

Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.