In the beginning was the Word. Man acts it out. He is the act, not the actor.

Greece is the home of the gods; they may have died but their presence still makes itself felt. The gods were of human proportion: they were created out of the human spirit.

All the lies and evasions by which man has nourished himself civilization, in a word is the fruits of the creative artist. It is the creative nature of man which has refused to let him lapse back into that unconscious unity with life which characterizes the animal world from which he made his escape.

I haven't any allegiance, any responsibilities, any hatreds, any worries, any prejudices, any passion. I'm neither for nor against. I'm a neutral.

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.