All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination.

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

A man may say, "From now on I'm going to speak the truth." But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he's even done speaking.

Language is a spiritual mansion in which you live and nobody has the right to evict you.

...chaos doesn't run the whole show.

(Socrates) said there were only two possibilities. Either the soul is immortal or, after death, things would be again as blank as they were before we were born.

In expressing love we belong among the undeveloped countries.