The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.

The need of exercise is a modern superstition, invented by people who ate too much and had nothing to think about.

The arts must study their occasions; they must stand modestly aside until they can slip in fitly into the interstices of life.

What brings enlightenment is experience, in the sad sense of this word--the pressure of hard facts and unintelligible troubles, making a man rub his eyes in his waking dream, and put two and two together. Enlightenment is cold water.

Imagination is potentially infinite. Though actually we are limited to the types of experience for which we possess organs, those organs are somewhat plastic. Opportunity will change their scope and even their center.

Perhaps the universe is nothing but an equilibrium of idiocies.

We should have to abandon our vested illusions, our irrational religions and patriotisms.