The quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we.

The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.

Every man in a bank hates what the bank does and yet the bank does it.

Thou mayest rule over sin.

In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

The last clear definite function of man — muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need — this is man.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.