On a grassroots level we say that man can touch more than he can grasp.

Contemporary thinkers would say that man is continuously transcending himself.

I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers.

This detachment (poverty, chastity, etc.) must not be mere amputation; everything which is shaken off must be simultaneously found again at a higher level.

The wise man knows how to run his life so that contemplation is possible.

Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics.

Hope consists in asserting that there is at the heart of being, beyond all data, beyond all inventories and all calculations, a mysterious principle which is in connivance with me