It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.

Take a look at the books other people have in their homes.

If we reduce social life to the smallest possible unit we will find that there is no social life in the company of one.

There are many types of participation. One can observe so intensely that one becomes part of the action, but without being an active participant.

Like nature, our economic system remains, in the long run, stable and rational...We welcome the inevitable seasons of our economy! How foolish of us.

I suppress in my prose any language which calls attention to itself.

There's a place beyond words where experience first occurs to which I always want to return. I suspect that whenever I articulate my thoughts or translate my impulses into words, I am betraying the real thoughts and impulses which remain hidden.