The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.

The badge of honesty is simplicity.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

Prayer is to religion what thinking is to philosophy. To pray is to make religion.

The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.

The art of writing books is not yet invented. But it is at the point of being invented. Fragments of this nature are literary seeds. There may be many an infertile grain among them: nevertheless, if only some come up!

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?