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

The line between what is known scientifically and what has to be assumed in order to support knowledge is impossible to draw. Memory itself is an internal rumour.

Fun is a good thing but only when it spoils nothing better.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Society is like the air, necessary to breathe but insufficient to live on.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colours of life in all their purity.

Music is essentially useless, as life is; but both have an ideal extension which lends utility to its conditions.