Creativity is discontent translated into arts.

There is perhaps no better way of measuring the natural endowment of a soul than by its ability to transmute dissatisfaction into a creative impulse.

Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us.

Sensuality reconciles us with the human race. The misanthropy of the old is due in large part to the fading of the magic glow of desire.

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.

There are many who have grave scruples about deceiving but think it as nothing to deceive themselves.

The beginning of thought is in disagreement - not only with others but also with ourselves.