It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.
The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.
In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.
My freedom sleeps in a mulberry bush. My country is in the shivering legs of a little lost dog.
Realism in so far as it means reality to life is always bad art.
Sometimes I think we Americans are the loneliest people in the world. To be sure, we hunger for the power of affection, the self-acceptance that gives life. It is the oldest and strongest hunger in the world. But hungering is not enough.
Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.