Every branch of human knowledge, if traced up to its source and final principles, vanishes into mystery.

It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.

In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star.

We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me?

Old stories often turn out to be true.

We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can't avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon and stars bits of nightmare.

For, usually and fitly, the presence of an introduction is held to imply that there is something of consequence and importance to be introduced.