Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.

I could only believe in a God who could dance... And now a God dances through me.

Moral contempt is a far greater indignity and insult than any kind of crime.

The danger of our culture.- We belong to a period of which the culture is in danger of being destroyed by the appliances of culture.

Discontent is the seed of ethics.

Evaluation is creation: hear it, you creators! Evaluating is itself the most valuable treasure of all that we value. It is only through evaluation that value exists: and without evaluation the nut of existence would be hollow. Hear it, you creators!

The small force that it takes to launch a boat into the stream should not be confused with the force of the stream that carries it along: but this confusion appears in nearly all biographies.