Love is being stupid together.

Science means simply the aggregate of all the recipes that are always successful. All the rest is literature.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

Poe is the only impeccable writer. He was never mistaken.

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

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.

Peace is a virtual, mute, sustained victory of potential powers against probable greeds