There is sublime thieving in all giving. Someone gives us all he has and we are his.
A preoccupation with the future not only prevents us from seeing the present as it is but often prompts us to rearrange the past.
When you automate an industry you modernize it; when you automate a life you primitivize it.
There would be no society if living together depended upon understanding each other.
It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.
Our quarrel with the world is an echo of the endless quarrel proceeding within us.