I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.

One simply turns to the ideological vending machine, and out comes the prepared formulae.

But in action, one defies one's character.

The impulse of the journalist is to be novel, yet to relate his curiosities to the urgencies of the moment; the philosopher seeks what he conceives to be true, regardless of the moment.

Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism.

Art is an end in itself; its values are intrinsic.

Wise men still seek Him today.