I am more stupid about some things than others; not equally stupid in all directions; I am not a well-rounded person.

If I had a child of school age, I would send him to one of the Waldorf Schools.

It seems, after all that there are no nonpeculiar people.

In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

The only real distinction at this dangerous moment in human history and cosmic development has nothing to do with medals and ribbons. Not to fall asleep is distinguished. Everything else is mere popcorn.

The life of every citizen is becoming a business. This, it seems to me, is one of the worst interpretations of the meaning of human life history has ever seen. Man's life is not a business.

I think that New York is not the cultural centre of America, but the business and administrative centre of American culture.