We have rudiments of reverence for the human body, but we consider as nothing the rape of the human mind.

The creative mind is the playful mind. Philosophy is the play and dance of ideas.

Unless a man has the talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden.

Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.

Without a sense of proportion there can be neither good taste nor genuine intelligence, nor perhaps moral integrity.

The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness.

Those who are in love with the present can be cruel and corrupt but not genuinely vicious. They cannot be methodically and consistently ruthless.