The trouble with life isn't that there is no answer, it's that there are so many answers.

It is strange how long we rebel against a platitude until suddenly in a different lingo it looms up again as the only verity.

... it is a commonplace that men like war. For peace, in our society, with the feeling we have then that it is feeble-minded to strive except for one's own private profit, is a lonely thing and a hazardous business. Over and over men have proved that they prefer the hazards of war with all its suffering. It has its compensations.

In a world that holds books and babies and canyon trails, why should one condemn oneself to live day-in, day-out with people one does not like, and sell oneself to chaperone and correct them?

The life history of the individual is first and foremost an accommodation to the patterns and standards traditionally handed down in his community

As a matter of history great developments in art have often been remarkably separate from religious motivation and use.

I haven't strength of mind not to need a career.