Written truth is four-dimensional. If we consult it at the wrong time, or read it at the wrong place, it is as empty and shapeless as a dress on a hook.

Fast drivers can see no further than slow drivers, but they must look further down the road to time their reactions safely. Similarly, people with great projects afoot habitually look further and more clearly into the future than people who are mired in day-to-day concerns.

Psychologically time is seldom homogenous but rather is as full of shapes as space.

Excellence of mind itself, rightly conceived, is expertise in beauty; creativity is wise love.

We pamper the present like a spoiled child, obeying its superficial demands but ignoring its real needs.

Such self-transformation is the most difficult and dangerous challenge to the imagination, and it is the most rewarding. Meeting it is only possible for the person whose mind is open to contradictions and well-practiced in free conjecture.

Those who labor for bread or money alone are condemned to their reward.