Where everything is possible miracles become commonplaces, but the familiar ceases to be self-evident.

It is a paradox that in our time of drastic rapid change, when the future is in our midst devouring the present before our eyes, we have never been less certain about what is ahead of us.

Creativity is discontent translated into arts.

There is probably nothing more sublime than discontent transmuted into a work of art, a scientific discovery, and so on.

You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you.

To a man utterly without a sense of belonging, mere life is all that matters. It is the only reality in an eternity of nothingness, and he clings to it with shameless despair.

A low capacity for getting along with those near us often goes hand in hand with a high receptivity to the idea of the brotherhood of men.