I never cease being dumbfounded by the unbelievable things people believe.

Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? Those who seek the folly of unrelieved 'happiness'-who fear moods, who shun solitude, who do not know the diginity of occasional depression-can find bliss easily enough: in tranquilizing pills, or in senility. The purpose of life is not to be happy.

Everyone, in some small sacred sanctuary of the self, is nuts.

Happiness, in the ancient, noble sense, means self-fulfillment—and is given to those who use to the fullest whatever talents God … bestowed upon them.

It is not that which is beautiful that pleases us, but that which pleases is is called beautiful.

If at first you don't succeed, before you try again, stop to figure out what you did wrong.

Extremists think 'communication' means agreeing with them.