There is a perfect ant, a perfect bee, but man is perpetually unfinished...Moreover, the incurable unfinishedness keeps man perpetually immature, perpetually capable of learning and growing.

We are made kind by being kind.

There is no loneliness greater than the loneliness of a failure. The failure is a stranger in his own house.

To the creative individual all experience is seminal-all events are equidistant from new ideasand insights.

Wise living consists perhaps less in acquiring good habits than in acquiring as few habits as possible.

Nowhere at present is there such a measureless loathing of their country by educated people as in America.

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.