There is need for some kind of make-believe in order to face death unflinchingly. To our real, naked selves there is not a thing on earth or in heaven worth dying for.

Creativity is discontent translated into arts.

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

Nothing so bolsters our self-confidence and reconciles us with ourselves as the continuous ability to create; to see things grow and develop under our hand, day in, day out.

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

Up to now, America has not been a good milieu for the rise of a mass movement. What starts out here as a mass movement ends up as a racket, a cult, or a corporation.

The hardest thing to cope with is not selfishness or vanity or deceitfulness, but sheer stupidity.