The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.
Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines - these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.
I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.
What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature.
The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.
One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
We do not talk - we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines and digests.
Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.
What distinguishes the majority of men from the few is their ability to act according to their beliefs.
The man who is forever disturbed about the condition of humanity either has no problems of his own or has refused to face them.
Whatever needs to be maintained through force is doomed.
In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest.
No matter how vast, how total, the failure of man here on earth, the work of man will be resumed elsewhere. War leaders talk of resuming operations on this front and that, but man's front embraces the whole universe.
Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.
Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.
There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him.
In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance.
It is the American vice, the democratic disease which expresses its tyranny by reducing everything unique to the level of the herd.