Many of us who walk to and fro upon our usual tasks are prisoners drawing mental maps of escape.

I am what I am and cannot be otherwise because of the shadows.

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

You think that way as you begin to get grayer and you see pretty plainly that the game is not going to end as you planned.

Man is always marveling at what he has blown apart, never at what the universe has put together, and this is his limitation.

Man inhabits a realm half in and half out of nature, his mind reaching forever beyond the tool, the uniformity, the law, into some realm which is that of the mind alone.

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