I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves - this critical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. Without the sense of kinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed empty to me. The trite objects of human efforts - possessions, outward success, luxury - have always seemed to me contemptible.

In human freedom in the philosophical sense I am definitely a disbeliever. Everybody acts not only under external compulsion but also in accordance with inner …

My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human…

How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But witho…

We live, after all, in a world where illusions are sacred and truth profane.

It's nice to be important, but it's important to always be nice.

In morals, truth is but little prized when it is a mere sentiment, and only attains its full value when realized in the world as fact.