There is nothing very 'normal' about nature.

I love forms beyond my own, and regret the borders between us

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

I am older now, and sleep less, and have seen most of what there is to see and am not very much impressed any more, I suppose, by anything.

Man is dragged hither and thither, at one moment by the blind instincts of the forest, at the next by the strange intuitions of a higher self whose rationale he doubts and does not understand.

At the core of the universe, the face of God wears a smile

In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.