Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain.

With all that we hear of American hustle and hurry, it is rather strange that Americans seem to like to linger on longer words.

There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally.

Certain new theologians dispute original sin, which is the only part of Christian theology which can really be proved.

Progress is the mother of problems.

Thinking means connecting things, and stops if they cannot be connected.

Facts by themselves can often feed the flame of madness, because sanity is a spirit.