We have no firm hold on any knowledge or philosophy that can lift us out of our difficulties.

No matter how mistaken Communist ideas may be, the experience and knowledge gained by trying them out have given a tremendous impetus to thought and imagination.

I cannot explain it; but when difficulties arise, I am not perplexed or doubtful. I know how to meet them.

Certain periods in history suddenly lift humanity to an observation point where a clear light falls upon a world previously dark.

Our material eye cannot see that a stupid chauvinism is driving us from one noisy, destructive, futile agitation to another.

We all like stories that make us cry. It's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing in particular to feel sad about.