I wish the stage were as narrow as the wire of a tighrope dancer so that no incompetent would dare step upon it.

Women are silver dishes into which we put golden apples.

The history of knowledge is a great fugue in which the voices of the nations one after the other emerge.

If you wish to advance into the infinite, explore the finite in all directions.

If we are out of synch with ourselves, everything is out of synch for us.

It makes no good to point the failures out without showing at the same time the remedy to address them.

Beauty and Genius must be kept afar if one would avoid becoming their slave.