In art the end does not sanctify the means: but sacred means employed here can sanctify the end.

I despise mystics, they fancy themselves so deep, when they aren't even superficial.

Enduring habits I hate.... Yes, at the very bottom of my soul I feel grateful to all my misery and bouts of sickness and everything about me that is imperfect, because this sort of thing leaves me with a hundred backdoors through which I can escape from enduring habits.

We praise or blame as one or the other affords more opportunity for exhibiting our power of judgement.

Men submit from habit to everything that seeks power.

What we know oman today is limited precisely by the extent to which we have regarded him as a machine.

A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.