The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.

It is always one's virtues and not one's vices that precipitate one into disaster.

Human beings are mercifully so constituted as to be able to conceal from themselves what they intend to do until they are well into the doing of it.

The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

The childhood of the individual and the race is full of fears, and panic-stricken attempts to avert what is feared by placating the gods with painful sacrifices.

sentences were used by man before words and still come with the readiness of instinct to his lips. They, and not words, are the foundations of all language. ... Your cat has no words, but it has considerable feeling for the architecture of the sentence in relation to the problem of expressing climax.

music is a missionary effort to colonize earth for imperialistic heaven.