Man staggers through life yapped at by his reason, pulled and shoved by his appetites, whispered to by fears, beckoned by hopes. Small wonder that what he craves most is self-forgetting.

To make of human affairs a coherent, precise, predictable whole one must ignore or suppress man as he really is. It is by eliminating man from their equation that the makers of history can predict the future, and the writers of history can give a pattern to the past.

A plant needs roots in order to grow. With man it is the other way around: only when he grows does he have roots and feels at home in the world.

Where there is the necessary technical skill to move mountains, there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.

Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul.

Both the revolutionary and the creative individual are perpetual juveniles. The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing.

How much easier is self-sacrifice than self-realization!