We have perhaps a natural fear of ends. We would rather be always on the way than arrive. Given the means, we hang on to them and often forget the ends.

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

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

We can be satisfied with moderate confidence in ourselves and with a moderately good opinion of ourselves, but the faith we have in a holy cause has to be extravagant and uncompromising.

A successful social technique consists perhaps in finding unobjectionable means for individual self-assertion.

There are no chaste minds. Minds copulate wherever they meet.

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