One might equate growing up with a mistrust of words. A mature person trusts his eyes more than his ears. Irrationality often manifests itself in upholding the word against the evidence of the eyes. Children, savages and true believers remember far less what they have seen than what they have heard.

Creativity is discontent translated into arts.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

Nonconformists travel as a rule in bunches. You rarely find a nonconformist who goes it alone. And woe to him inside a nonconformist clique who does not conform with nonconformity.

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.

It is compassion rather than the principle of justice which can guard us against being unjust to our fellow men.

People in a hurry cannot think, cannot grow, nor can they decay. They are preserved in a state of perpetual puerility.