I might be in the basement. I'll go upstairs and check.

Drawing is deception.

Wonder is the salt of the earth.

I don't grow up. In me is the small child of my early days.

In mathematical quarters, the regular division of the plane has been considered theoretically. ... [Mathematicians] have opened the gate leading to an extensive domain, but they have not entered this domain themselves. By their very nature they are more interested in the way in which the gate is opened than in the garden lying behind it.

He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.

What I give form to in daylight is only one per cent of what I have seen in darkness.