Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the twentieth century, and more than anywhere else this disease is reflected in the press.
Doubt, it seems to me, is the central condition of a human being in the twentieth century.
The danger of the past was that men became slaves. The danger of the future is that men may become robots. True enough, robots do not rebel. But given man's nature, robots cannot live and remain sane, they become "Golems," they will destroy their world and themselves because they cannot stand any longer the boredom of a meaningless life.
The quest for certainty blocks the search for meaning. Uncertainty is the very condition to impel man to unfold his powers.
Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain.
In fast-moving, progress-conscious America, the consumer expects to be dizzied by progress. If he could completely understand advertising jargon he would be badly disappointed. The half-intelligibility which we expect, or even hope, to find in the latest product language personally reassures each of us that progress is being made: that the pace exceeds our ability to follow.
Selfish persons are incapable of loving others, but they are not capable of loving themselves either.
The last temptation is the greatest treason:
To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
When I tell any truth it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those who do.
Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.
Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you." -Erich Fromm (1900-1980), U.S. psychologist.