The arts are an even better barometer of what is happening in our world than the stock market or the debates in congress.

In such a case the writer is apt to have recourse to epigrams. Somewhere in this world there is an epigram for every dilemma.

Life means progress, and progress means suffering.

Nature is rarely allowed to enter the sacred portals of civilized society.

Any formal attack on ignorance is bound to fail because the masses are always ready to defend their most precious possession - their ignorance.

An ignorant person is, by the very fact of his or her ignorance, a very dangerous person.

....This world needs Utopias as it needs fairy stories. It does not matter so much where we are going, as long as we are making consciously for some definite goal. And a Utopia, however strange or fanciful, is the only possible beacon upon the uncharted seas of the distant future.

High in the North in a land called Svithjod there is a mountain. It is a hundred miles long and a hundred miles high and once every thousand years a little bird comes to this mountain to sharpen its beak. When the mountain has thus been worn away a single day of eternity will have passed