... the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.

The world that we must seek is a world in which the creative spirit is alive, in which life is an adventure full of joy and hope, based rather upon the impulse to construct than upon the desire to retain what we possess or to seize what is possessed by others. It must be a world in which affection has free play, in which love is purged of the instinct for domination, in which cruelty and envy have been dispelled by happiness and the unfettered development of all the instincts that build up life and fill it with mental delights. Such a world is possible; it waits only for men to wish to create it.

Italy and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy.

If we were all given by magic the power to read each other's thoughts, I suppose the first effect would be to dissolve all friendships.

A stupid man's report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something he can understand.