Always get rid of theory private object in this way: assume that it constantly changes, but that you do not notice the change because your memory constantly deceives you.

Talent is a spring from which fresh water always flows.- But this spring is worthless if no good use is made of it.

Only a man who lives not in time but in the present is happy.

Not how the world is, but that it is, is the mystery.

You get tragedy where the tree, instead of bending, breaks.

The feeling of an unbridgeable gulf between consciousness and brain-process:When does this feeling occur in the present case?It is when I (for example) turn my attention in a particular way on to my own consciousness, and, astonished, say to myself: THIS is supposed to be produced by a process in the brain!--as it were clutching my forehead.

How small a thought it takes to fill a life.