In the desert, an old monk had once advised a traveler, the voices of God and the Devil are scarcely distinguishable.

The creature called man has a strange history. He is not of one piece, nor was he born of a single moment in time. His elementary substance is stardust almost as old as the universe.

It was the failures who had always won, but by the time they won they had come to be called successes.

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.

It is a commonplace of all religious thought, even the most primitive, that the man seeking visions and insight must go apart from his fellows and love for a time in the wilderness.

The great artist, whether he be musician, painter, or poet, is known for this absolute unexpectedness.

Tomorrow lurks in us, the latency to be all that was not achieved before.