Nature gets credit which should in truth be reserved for ourselves: the rose for its scent, the nightingale for its song; and the sun for its radiance. The poets are entirely mistaken. They should address their lyrics to themselves and should turn them into odes of self congratulation on the excellence of the human mind.

You cannot evade quantity. You may fly to poetry and music, and quantity and number will face you in your rhythms and your octaves.

The ultimate metaphysical ground is the creative advance into novelty.

People make the mistake of talking about 'natural laws.' There are no natural laws. There are only temporary habits of nature.

The real history does not get written, because it is not in people's brains but in their nerves and vitals.

Everything of importance has been said before by somebody who did not discover it.

I would be a billionaire if I was looking to be a selfish boss. That's not me.