Society must be organized in such a way that mans social, loving nature is not separated from his social existence, but becomes one with it.

The ordinary man with extraordinary power is the chief danger for mankind - not the fiend or the sadist.

. . . freedom to creat and construct, to wonder and to venture. Such freedom requires that the individual be active and responsible, not a slave or a well-fed cog in the machine . . . It is not enough that men are not slaves; if social conditions further the existence of automatons, the result will not be love of life, but love of death.

To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.

Is love an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort.

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.

Modern man's happiness consists in the thrill of looking at the shop windows, and in buying all that he can afford to buy, either for cash or on installments.