I believe that man is in the last resort so free a being that his right to be what he believes himself to be cannot be contested.
One has to do something new in order to see something new.
Non cogitant, ergo non sunt.
With God thoughts are colors, with us they are pigments-even the most abstract one may be accompanied by physical pain.
Before we blame we should first see whether we cannot excuse.
It not seldom happens that in the purposeless rovings and wanderings of the imagination we hunt down such game as can be put to use by our purposeful philosophy in its well-ordered household.