The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

The point of life is to find the delicate equilibrium between dream and reality.

None but the weak crave to be better than. Strong men are satisfied with their own strength.

When you stop learning, stop listening, stop looking and asking questions, always new questions, then it is time to die.

I broke every barrier I could to see things as they are.

To believe in something not yet proved and to underwrite it with our lives: it is the only way we can leave the future open. Man, surrounded by facts, permitting himself no surmise, no intuitive flash, no great hypothesis, no risk, is in a locked cell. Ignorance cannot seal the mind and imagination more surely.

For men tied fast to the absolute, bled of their differences, drained of their dreams by authoritarian leeches until nothing but pulp is left, become a massive, sick Thing whose sheer weight is used ruthlessly by ambitious men. Here is the real enemy of the people: our own selves dehumanized into the masses. And where is the David who can slay this giant?