Layer by layer art strips life bare.

Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.

A man can't be angry at his own time without suffering some damage.

Every day there comes a moment when a person lays his hands in his lap and all his busyness collapses like ashes. The work accomplished is, from the soul's point of view, entirely imaginary.

...love must be regarded as one of the religious and dangerous experiences, because it lifts people out of the arms of reason and sets them afloat with no ground under their feet.

And what would you do, ... if you could rule the world for a day? I suppose I would have no choice but to abolish reality.

Scientific reason, with its strict conscience, its lack of prejudice, and its determination to question every result again the moment it might lead to the least intellectual advantage, does in an area of secondary interest what we ought to be doing with the basic questions of life.