A sanctity hangs about the sources of our being, whether physical, social, or imaginary.

There are three traps that strangle philosophy: The church, the marriage bed, and the professor's chair.

Nothing can be lower or more wholly instrumental than the substance and cause of all things.

There is nothing sacred about convention; there is nothing sacred about primitive passions or whims; but the fact that a convention exists indicates that a way of living has been devised capable of maintaining itself.

Music is essentially useless, as is life.

It is a new road to happiness, if you have strength enough to castigate a little the various impulses that sway you in turn.

That life is worth living is the most necessary of assumptions, and were it not assumed, the most impossible of conclusions.