Fair play with others is primarily the practice of not blaming them for anything that is wrong with us. We tend to rub our guilty conscience against others the way we wipe dirty fingers on a rag. This is as evil a misuse of others as the practice of exploitation.

They who clamor loudest for freedom are often the ones least likely to be happy in a free society.

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

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear. Thus a feeling of utter unworthiness can be a source of courage.

What monstrosities would walk the streets were some people's faces as unfinished as their minds.

There is sublime thieving in all giving. Someone gives us all he has and we are his.

A soul that is reluctant to share does not as a rule have much of its own. Miserliness is here a symptom of meagerness.