The poison of skepticism becomes, like alcoholism, tuberculosis, and some other diseases, much more virulent in a hitherto virgin soil.

One does not play Bach without having done scales. But neither does one play a scale merely for the sake of the scale.

We are like plants which have the one choice of being in or out of the light.

The danger is not lest the soul should doubt whether there is any bread, but lest, by a lie, it should persuade itself that it is not hungry.

Life does not need to mutilate itself in order to be pure.

We do not obtain the most precious gifts by going in search of them but by waiting for them.

To claim that theft or adultery or lying are "evil" simply reflects our degraded idea of good-—that it has something to do with respect for property, respectability, and sincerity.