To the critical intelligence, nothing is left of absolute reality.

St. Thomas is really a great man quite apart from his saintliness.

New ideas are not only the enemies of old ones; they also appear often in an extremely unacceptable form.

Every human being is inherently a unique and individual form of life. He or she is made like that. But there is something which a person can do over and above the given material of her nature, and that is she can become conscious of what makes her the person she is, and he can work consciously toward relating what is himself to the world around him.

A true symbol appears only when there is a need to express what thought cannot think or what is only divined or felt.

I am no longer alone with myself, and I can only artificially recall the scary and beautiful feeling of solitude. This is the shadow side of the fortune of love.

The individual disposition is already a factor in childhood; it is innate, and not acquired in the course of a life.