When people are suspicious with you, you start being suspicious with them.
Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.
Art, I suppose, is only for beginners, or else for those resolute dead-enders, who have made up their minds to be content with the ersatz of Suchness, with symbols rather than with what they signify, with the elegantly composed recipe in lieu of actual dinner.
Ironically enough, the only people who can hold up indefinitely under the stress of modern war are psychotics. Individual insanity is immune to the consequences of collective insanity.
Marble, I perceive, covers a multitude of sins.
We shall be permitted to live on this planet only for as long as we treat all nature with compassion and intelligence.