If a lion could talk, we could not understand him.
With my full philosophical rucksack I can only climb slowly up the mountain of mathematics.
We learn by rearranging what we know.
My day passes between logic, whistling, going for walks, and being depressed. I wish to God that I were more intelligent and everything would finally become clear to me - or else that I needn't live much longer.
The face is the soul of the body.
I might say: if the place I want to get to could only be reached by way of a ladder, I would give up trying to get there. For the place I really have to get to is a place I must already be at now. Anything that I might reach by climbing a ladder does not interest me.