There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
If all art aspires to the condition of music, all the sciences aspire to the condition of mathematics.
The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.
The works of nature first acquire a meaning in the commentaries they provoke.
Chaos is perhaps at the bottom of everything.