The body, then, has a mind of its own. It must follow, then, that the Mind has a body of its own, even if it’s like nothing that we can see around us, or have ever seen.

It is interesting to note that everyone has a different take on the world, a different opinion, and given the same inputs have completely different outputs.

On the whole, I think you should write biographies of those you admire and respect, and novels about human beings who you think are sadly mistaken.

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life, and as such it must surely be a necessary commodity.

Experiences aren't given to us to be 'got over,' otherwise they would hardly be experiences.

To every separate person a thing is what he thinks it is – in other words, not a thing, but a think.

An unjust punishment is never forgotten.