Whatever is the object of a saint's hope is the subject of his prayer.

Our passions are true phoenixes; as the old burn out the new straight rise up from the ashes.

Art is constitutive-the artist determines beauty. He does not take it over.

Too rigid scruples are concealed pride.

All understanding begins in wonder!

Higher aims are in themselves more valuable, even if unfulfilled, than lower ones quite attained.

No one can take from us the joy of the first becoming aware of something, the so-called discovery. But if we also demand the honor, it can be utterly spoiled for us, for we are usually not the first. What does discovery mean, and who can say that he has discovered this or that? After all it's pure idiocy to brag about priority; for it's simply unconscious conceit, not to admit frankly that one is a plagiarist.