Far more crucial than what we know or do not know is what we do not want to know.
It is remarkable by how much a pinch of malice enhances the penetrating power of an idea or an opinion. Our ears, it seems, are wonderfully attuned to sneers and evil reports about our fellow men.
The world leans on us. When we sag, the whole world seems to droop.
To become different from what we are, we must have some awareness of what we are.
There are no chaste minds. Minds copulate wherever they meet.
It is futile to judge a kind deed by its motives. Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind.
Craving, not having, is the mother of a reckless giving of oneself.
We do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true; they ruin our dreams.
What greater reassurance can the weak have than that they are like anyone else?
Facts are counterrevolutionary.
To the old, the new is usually bad news.
The game of history is usually played by the best and the worst over the heads of the majority in the middle.
Nationalist pride, like other variants of pride, can be a substitute for self-respect.
Sometimes we feel the loss of a prejudice as a loss of vigor.
Where everything is possible miracles become commonplaces, but the familiar ceases to be self-evident.
I hang onto my prejudices, they are the testicles of my mind.
The weakness of a soul is proportionate to the number of truths that must be kept from it.
Nothing so bolsters our self-confidence and reconciles us with ourselves as the continuous ability to create; to see things grow and develop under our hand, day in, day out.
It almost seems that nobody can hate America as much as native Americans. America needs new immigrants to love and cherish it.
The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets.
We are least open to precise knowledge concerning the things we are most vehement about.