Memory... is an internal rumor.

There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.

The pride of the artisan in his art and its uses is pride in himself...It is in his skill and ability to make things as he wishes them to be that he rejoices.

There are three traps that strangle philosophy: The church, the marriage bed, and the professor's chair.

A conceived thing is doubly a product of mind, more a product of mind, if you will, than an idea, since ideas arise, so to speak,by the mind's inertia and conceptions of things by its activity. Ideas are mental sediment; conceived things are mental growths.

The universe, as far as we can observe it, is a wonderful and immense engine.... If we dramatize its life and conceive its spirit, we are filled with wonder, terror and amusement, so magnificent is the spirit.

Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness.