The urge to escape our real self is also an urge to escape the rational and the obvious.

The creative mind is the playful mind. Philosophy is the play and dance of ideas.

It is our talents rusting unused within us that secrete the poison of self-doubt into our bloodstream.

Where unity and self-sacrifice are indispensable for the normal functioning of society, everyday life is likely to be either religiofied (common tasks turned into holy causes) or militarized.

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

We find it hard to apply the knowledge of ourselves to our judgment of others. The fact that we are never of one kind, that we never love without reservations and never hate with all our being cannot prevent us from seeing others as wholly black or white.

It almost seems that nobody can hate America as much as native Americans. America needs new immigrants to love and cherish it.