I seem to have the blind self-acceptance of the eccentric who can't conceive that his eccentricities are not clearly understood.

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.

It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband.

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?

Associate with the noblest people you can find; read the best books; live with the mighty; but learn to be happy alone.

Certain blood will be given for half certain reasons, as in all wars.

I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the journalists; we can only hope that they will die off as the deerflies do towards the end of August.