Contemporary thinkers would say that man is continuously transcending himself.

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

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

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.

It is right that we be concerned with the scientific probity of metaphysics.

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

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