Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence.

I do not deny that there may be other well-founded causes for the hatred which various classes feel toward politicians, but the main one seems to me that politicians are symbols of the fact that every class must take every other class into account.

We live at a time when man believes himself fabulously capable of creation, but he does not know what to create.

Tell me to what you pay attention and I will tell you who you are.

Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.

The cynic, a parasite of civilization, lives by denying it, for the very reason that he is convinced that it will not fail.

Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been.