Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

It was lovely, and tempting, to exert power over men and to shine before others, but power also had its perditions and perils.

A man who is ill-adjusted to the world is always on the verge of finding himself. One who is adjusted to the world never finds himself, but gets to be a cabinet minister.

Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.