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

... freedom is a conquest, always partial, always precarious, always challenged. ... the freest person is the one with the most hope.

An individual is not distinct from his place. He is his place.

You know you have loved someone when you have glimpsed in them that which is too beautiful to die.

But a science is exact to the extent that its method measures up to and is adequate to its object.

Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics.

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.