What is simple is false and what is not is useless.

My soul is nothing now but the dream dreamt by matter struggling with itself!

A real writer can be recognized by the fact he doesn't find words. Therefore he must search for them and while doing that, he finds better ones.

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.

That which has been believed by everyone, always and everywhere, has every chance of being false.

Though completely armed with knowledge and endowed with power, we are blind and impotent in a world we have equipped and organized-a world of which we now fear the inextricable complexity.

Talent without genius isn't much, but genius without talent is nothing whatsoever.