Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God. When he puts on all his auxiliary organs, he is truly magnificent; but those organs have not grown on him and they still give him much trouble at times.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.

Psychiatry is the art of teaching people how to stand on their own feet while reclining on couches.

Once again, only religion can answer the question of the purpose of life. One can hardly be wrong in concluding that the idea of life having a purpose stands and falls with the religious system.

The primitive stages can always be re-established; the primitive mind is, in the fullest meaning of the word, imperishable.

Analogies, it is true, decide nothing, but they can make one feel more at home.