Surely the only sound foundation for a civilization is a sound state of mind.

For a wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and - by some sad, strange irony - it does not bind us children to our parents. For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy.

We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?

Sudden conversion ... is particularly attractive to the half-baked mind.

Ideas are fatal to caste.

Not only in sex, but in all things men have moved blindly, have evolved out of slime to dissolve into it when this accident of consequences is over.