Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.

The seed haunted by the sun never fails to find its way between the stones in the ground. And the pure logician, if no sun draws him forth, remains entangled in his logic.

He who never says "no" is no true man.

Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter.

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible.

Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country.

Nothing comes of severity if there be no leanings towards a change of heart. And if there be natural leanings towards a change of heart, what need for severity?

"Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens.

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.