There's nothing wrong with the world. What's wrong is our way of looking at it.

One can be absolutely truthful and sincere even though admittedly the most outrageous liar. Fiction and invention are of the very fabric of life.

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?

The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.

If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible, But always, when I hit a great passage, I would stop reading immediately. Out I would go, rain, hail, snow or ice, and chew the cud.

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.

I am of the order whose purpose is not to teach the world a lesson but to explain that school is over.