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 want to tell you, don't marry suffering. Some people do. They get married to it, and sleep and eat together, just as husband and wife. If they go with joy they think it's adultery.

The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.

The soul has to find and hold its ground against hostile forces, sometimes embodied in ideas which frequently deny its very existence, and which indeed often seem to be trying to annul it altogether.

I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

...chaos doesn't run the whole show.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.