Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.

I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

People don't realize how much they are in the grip of ideas. We live among ideas much more than we live in nature.

It is a joy to be choked with thought.

When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.

The spirit knows that its growth is the real aim of existence.

Do we always, always to the point of misery, do a thing?