I'm not afraid of facts, I welcome facts but a congeries of facts is not equivalent to an idea. This is the essential fallacy of the so-called "scientific" mind. People who mistake facts for ideas are incomplete thinkers; they are gossips.

Awe consumes any brand that ignites it.

The imagination has resources and intimations we don't even know about.

We were born to die; we were born to endure, on the way to death, sorrow-sorrow in manifold shapes.

Old saws have no teeth.

Paradise is only for those who have already been there.

He who cries, 'What do I care about universality? I only know what is in me,' does not know even that.