All nationalistic distinctions - all claims to be better than somebody else because you have a different-shaped skull or speak a different dialect - are entirely spurious, but they are important so long as people believe in them.

We control matter because we control the mind. Reality is inside the skull.

The hospital is the antechamber to the tomb

The slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts.

Nothing holds it together except an idea which is indestructible.

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing.

It is not possible for any thinking person to live in such a society as our own without wanting to change it.