Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to love the world, not to despise it, not for us to hate each other, but to be able to regard the world and ourselves and all beings with love, admiration and respect.

Within us there is someone who knows everything, wills everything, does everything better than we ourselves.

What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.

It is possible for one never to transgress a single law and still be a bastard.