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.

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

Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics.

A mystery is a problem that encroaches upon itself because the questioner becomes the object of the question. Getting to Mars is a problem. Falling in love is a mystery.

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

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