The end of living is the true enjoyment of it.

Only he who handles his ideas lightly is master of his ideas, and only he who is master of his ideas is not enslaved by them.

I have a hankering to go back to the Orient and discard my necktie. Neckties strangle clear thinking.

Probably the difference between man and the monkeys is that the monkeys are merely bored, while man has boredom plus imagination.

All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

Sometimes it is more important to discover what one cannot do, than what one can do.

Let him cry whoever feels like crying, for we were animals before we became reasoning beings, and the shedding of a tear, whether of forgiveness or of pity or of sheer delight at beauty, will do him a lot of good.