Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics.

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

Contemplation and wisdom are highest achievements and man is not totally at home with them.

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

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

Contemporary thinkers would say that man is continuously transcending himself.