There are many things that seem impossible only so long as one does not attempt them.

A straight path never leads anywhere except to the objective.

The scholar seeks truth, the artist finds.

We live counterfeit lives in order to resemble the idea we first had of ourselves.

The reasons that drive me to write are many and the most important are the most secret, I think. Perhaps most of all this: to put something out of death's reach.

What eludes logic is the most precious element in us, and one can draw nothing from a syllogism that the mind has not put there in advance.

One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.