There are crimes which the Law cannot reach.

To the average man, life presents itself, not as material malleable to his hand, but as a series of problems...which he has to solve...And he is distressed to find that the more means he can dispose of-such as machine-power, rapid transport, and general civilized amenities, the more his problems grow in hardness and complexity....Perhaps the first thing he can learn form the artists is that the only way of 'mastering' one's material is to abandon the whole conception of mastery and to co-operate with it in love: whosoever will be a lord of life, let him be its servant.

First I believe it to be a grave mistake to present Christianity as something charming and popular with no offense inn it.

A marriage of two independent and equally irritable intelligences seems to me reckless to the point of insanity.

The war has jerked us pretty sharply into consciousness about this slug-a-bed sin of Sloth, and perhaps we need not say too much about it. But two warnings are rather necessary.

I have never yet heard any middle-aged man or woman who worked with his or her brains express any regret for the passing of youth.

I am better off with vegetables at the bottom of my garden than with all the fairies of the Midsummer Night's Dream.