Opera is when a tenor and soprano want to make love, but are prevented from doing so by a baritone.

A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most.

Compassion is the fellow-feeling of the unsound.

I am a Christian. That obliges me to be a Communist.

I find that socialism is often misunderstood by its least intelligent supporters and opponents to mean simply unrestrained indulgence of our natural propensity to heave bricks at respectable persons.

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

Though the Life Force supplies us with its own purpose, it has no other brains to work with than those it has painfully and imperfectly evolved in our heads.