What the sense feeleth, what the spirit discerneth, hath never its end in itself. But sense and spirit would fain persuade thee that they are the end of all things: so vain are they.

How much truth does a spirit endure, how much truth does it dare?

We must be physicists in order to be creative since so far codes of values and ideals have been constructed in ignorance of physics or even in contradiction to physics.

Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there was a star upon which clever beasts invented knowing.

The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills.

Annoyance is a physical malady that is in no way cured just because the annoying situation that causes it is eliminated.

What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.