One is born into a herd of buffaloes and must be glad if one is not trampled under foot before one's time.

It is difficult to say what truth is, but sometimes it is so easy to recognize a falsehood.

You can't use an old map to explore a new world.

Certainly there are things worth believing. I believe in the brotherhood of man and the uniqueness of the individual. But if you ask me to prove what I believe, I can't. You know them to be true but you could spend a whole lifetime without being able to prove them. The mind can proceed only so far upon what it knows and can prove. There comes a point where the mind takes a leap—call it intuition or what you will—and comes out upon a higher plane of knowledge, but can never prove how it got there. All great discoveries have involved such a leap.

Without deep reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.

As for the search for truth, I know from my own painful searching, with its many blind alleys, how hard it is to take a reliable step, be it ever so small, towards the understanding of that which is truly significant.

If only I had known, I should have become a watchmaker.