The cosmos is about the smallest hole that a man can hide his head in.

Either criticism is no good at all (a very defensible position) or else criticism means saying about an author the very things that would have made him jump out of his boots.

Thinking in isolation and with pride ends in being an idiot.

A sober man may become a drunkard through being a coward. A brave man may become a coward through being a drunkard.

One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.

It is the root of all religion that a man knows that he is nothing in order to thank God that he is something.

I say that a man must be certain of his morality for the simple reason that he has to suffer for it.