Today, the notion of progress in a single line without goal or limit seems perhaps the most parochial notion of a very parochial century.

The artist does not illustrate science; ... [but] he frequently responds to the same interests that a scientist does, and expresses by a visual synthesis what the scientist converts into analytical formulae or experimental demonstrations.

It has not been for nothing that the word has remained man's principal toy and tool: without the meanings and values it sustains, all man's other tools would be worthless.

The last step in parental love involves the release of the beloved; the willing cutting of the cord that would otherwise keep the child in a state of emotional dependence.

Geneva has the sleepy tidiness of a man who combs his hair while yet in his pyjamas.

Unfortunately, once an economy is geared to expansion, the means rapidly turn into an end and "the going becomes the goal."

Henceforward, I shout to the heavens, I shall deliver no more lectures on behalf of good causes: I am the good cause that denies the need for such lectures. Avaunt, importuning world! Back to my cell.