It is startling to realize how much unbelief is necessary to make belief possible.

It is the around-the-corner brand of hope that prompts people to action, while the distant hope acts as an opiate.

The compulsion to take ourselves seriously is in inverse proportion to our creative capacity. When the creative flow dries up, all we have left is our importance.

People who bite the hand that feeds them usually lick the boot that kicks them.

Faith in humanity, in posterity, in the destiny of one's religion, nation, race, party or family-what is it but the visualization of that eternal something to which we attach the self that is about to be annihilated?

We cannot win the weak by sharing our wealth with them. They feel our generosity as oppression.

We can never have enough of that which we really do not want.