We live in a system of approximations. Every end is prospective of some other end, which is also temporary; a round and final success nowhere. We are encamped in nature, not domesticated.

An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory.

We must hold a man amenable to reason for the choice of his daily craft or profession. It is not an excuse any longer for his deeds that they are the custom of his trade. What business has he with an evil trade?

In dreams we are true poets; we create the persons of the drama; we give them appropriate figures faces, costumes; they are perfect in their organs, attitudes, manners; moreover they speak after their own characters, not ours; and we listen with surprise to what they say.

When a man becomes a conformist, he is sacrificing the richness of independent thinking.

Money is the representative of a certain quantity of corn or other commodity. It is so much warmth, so much bread.

I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all.