Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances.

This education has reduced us to a nation of morons; we were strangers to our own culture and camp followers of another culture, feeding on leavings and garbage . . . What about our own roots? . . . I am up against the system, the whole method and approach of a system of education which makes us morons, cultural morons, but efficient clerks for all your business and administration offices.

Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.

This is my child. I planted it. I saw it grow. I loved it. Don't cut it down.

Society presses upon us all the time. The progress of the last half century is the progress of the frog out of his well.

Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances.

We always question the bonafides of the man who tells us unpleasant facts.