People who are upset about something ruminate on it whenever they get a chance; they are constantly drawn back to their own unhappy tale as if it were a horror story left open on a table.

There is a future that makes itself and a future we make. The real future is composed of both.

Two things are aesthetically perfect in the world - the clock and the cat.

We prove what we want to prove, and the real difficulty is to know what we want to prove.

Profound sadness is always the result of an unhealthy condition of the body. ... We [should] say, 'I am sad; everything looks black to me; but external events are in no way responsible. It's my body that insists on reasoning. These are the opinions of my stomach.'

Every idea I get I have to deny, that's my way of testing it.

As opposed to the incoherent spectacle of the world, the real is what is expected, what is obtained and what is discovered by our own movement. It is what is sensed as being within our own power and always responsive to our action.