The spirit's foe in man has not been simplicity, but sophistication.

I have no axe to grind; only my thoughts to burnish.

There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.

All living souls welcome whatsoever they are ready to cope with; all else they ignore, or pronounce to be monstrous and wrong, or deny to be possible.

Self-assurance is contemptible and fatal unless it is self-knowledge.

Catastrophes come when some dominant institution, swollen like a soap-bubble and still standing without foundations, suddenly crumbles at the touch of what may seem a word or idea, but is really some stronger material source.

To condemn spontaneous and delightful occupations because they are useless for self-preservation shows an uncritical prizing of life irrespective of its content.