You will reply that reality hasn't the slightest need to be of interest. And I'll answer you that reality may avoid the obligation to be interesting, but that hypotheses may not. In the hypothesis you have postulated, chance intervenes largely. Here lies a dead rabbi; I should prefer a purely rabbinical explanation; not the imaginary mischances of an imaginary robber.

The future has no other reality than as present hope, and the past is no more than present memory.

I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.

What you really value is what you miss, not what you have.

He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.

Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

In fact I'm in too much of a mental muddle to know where I am - an idealist or not. I'm a mere man of letters, and I do what I can with those subjects.