I sing, not arms and the hero, but the philosophic man: he who seeks in contemplation to discover the inner will of the world, ininvention to discover the means of fulfilling that will, and in action to do that will by the so-discovered means.

Security, the chief pretense of civilization, cannot exist where the worst of dangers, the danger of poverty, hangs over everyone's head.

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated.

The unconscious self is the real genius. Your breathing goes wrong the moment your conscious self meddles with it.

The lesson intended by an author is hardly ever the lesson the world chooses to learn from his book.

No doubt it is easy to demostrate that property will destroy society unless society destroys it.