The most unequivocal sign of contempt for man is to regard everybody merely as a means to one's own ends, or of no account whatever.

The machine is impersonal, it takes the pride away from a piece of work, the individual merits and defects that go along with allwork that is not done by a machine--which is to say, its little bit of humanity.

Learning from one's enemies is the best way to love them, for it puts one into a grateful mood toward them.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

one does not only wish to be understood when one writes; one wishes just as surely not to be understood.

Thou seekest disciples? Then thou seekest ciphers.

The one conclusive argument that has at all times discouraged people from drinking a poison is not that it kills but rather that it tastes bad.