“Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.”

An unbelieved truth can hurt a man much more than a lie. It takes great courage to back truth unacceptable to our times. There’s a punishment for it, and it’s usually crucifixion.

Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.

Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat and victory.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

It is the nature of man to rise to greatness if greatness is expected of him.

Nearly everyone has his box of secret pain.

I find out of long experience that I admire all nations and hate all governments

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do, Try to be better than yourself.

A man without words is a man without thought.

The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness.

If you understand each other you will be kind to each other.

It’s a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.

The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

This I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual.

Corrupt politicians make the other ten percent look bad.

Growing up with a house full of women and seeing them look good no matter what they put on every morning just inspired me to look good myself.

A building should appear to grow easily from its site and be shaped to harmonize with its surroundings if Nature is manifest there.

Once someone appears to us primarily as an object, kindness has no place to root.

The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little. I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life, I would do things differently.

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

We’ve got to learn to love appearances.

Behaviour is a mirror in which every one displays his own image.