The what is so much more important than how.

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.

In case I conk out, this is provisionally what I have to do: I must clarify obscurities; I must make clearer definite ideas or dissociations. I must find a verbal formula to combat the rise of brutality--the principle of order versus the split atom.

The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.

Glance is the enemy of vision.

If the individual, or heretic, gets hold of some essential truth, or sees some error in the system being practiced, he commits so many marginal errors himself that he is worn out before he can establish his point.

'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!