For all my desire to be interesting, I have to confess that for most things and people I don't give a damn.

The weaving of mankind into one community does not imply the creation of a homogeneous community, but rather the reverse; the welcome and adequate utilization of distinctive quality in an atmosphere of understanding.... Communities all to one pattern, like boxes of toy soldiers, are things of the past, rather than of the future.

I see knowledge increasing and human power increasing, I see everincreasing possibilities before life, and I see no limits set to it all. Existence impresses me as a perpetual dawn. Our lives, as I apprehend them, swim in expectation.

I do not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the "Lady Vain."

We live in reference to past experience and not to future events, however inevitable.

The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it.

We are always getting away from the present moment. Our mental existence, which are immaterial and have no dimensions, are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.