Why couldn't the world that concerns us- be a fiction? And if somebody asked, 'but to be a fiction there surely belongs an author?'- couldn't one answer simply: 'Why? Doesn't this "belongs" perhaps belong to the fiction, too?'

Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.

The patient. The pine tree seems to listen, the fir tree to wait: and both without impatience: - they give no thought to the little people beneath them devoured by their impatience and their curiosity.

In large states public education will always be mediocre, for the same reason that in large kitchens the cooking is usually bad.

As long as you still experience the stars as something "above you", you lack the eye of knowledge.

Rash actions are seldom committed in isolation. With the first rash action we always do too much. So we usually go on to commit asecond one--and then we do too little.

Men should learn to live with the same seriousness with which children play.