The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.

The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.

Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens.

Freedom and constraint are two aspects of the same necessity, which is to be what one is and no other.