Self-righteousness is a loud din raised to drown the voice of guilt within us.

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.

Without a sense of proportion there can be neither good taste nor genuine intelligence, nor perhaps moral integrity.

Our credulity is greatest concerning the things we know least about.

To dispose a soul to action we must upset its equilibrium.

Our present addiction to pollsters and forecasters is a symptom of our chronic uncertainty about the future... We watch our experts read the entrails of statistical tables and graphs the way the ancients watched their soothsayers read the entrails of a chicken.

The suspicious mind believes more than it doubts. It believes in a formidable and ineradicable evil lurking in every person.