I am going to hold a pistol to the head of the Modern Man. But I shall not use it to kill him–only to bring him to life.

I am at one with my duality.

When we look upon lives so human and yet so small, we feel as if we ourselves were enlarged to an embarrassing bigness of stature. We feel the same kind of obligation to these creatures that a deity might feel if he had created something that he could not understand.

To be clever enough to get all that money, one must be stupid enough to want it.

The present condition of fame is merely fashion.

Science boasts of the distance of its stars; of the terrific remoteness of the things of which it has to speak. But poetry and religion always insist upon the proximity, the almost menacing closeness of the things with which they are concerned. Always the Kingdom of Heaven is "At Hand."

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