Great things are accomplished by those who do not feel the impotence of man. This is a precious gift.

Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.

The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.

It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

Sometime I think; and sometime I am.

...in song the words tend to lose their significance, do often lose it, while at the other extreme, in current prose it is the musical value that tends to disappear - so that verse stands symmetrically, as it were, between song, on the one hand, and prose on the other - and is thus admirably and delicately balanced between the sensual and the intellectual power of language.

Thanks to photography, the eye grew accustomed to anticipate what it should see and to see it; and it learned not to see nonexistent things which, hitherto, it had seen so clearly.