I do not care for anything. I do not care to ride, for the exercise is too violent. I do not care to walk, walking is too strenuous. I do not care to lie down, for I should either have to remain lying, and I do not care to do that, or I should have to get up again, and I do not care to do that either. Summa summarum: I do not care at all.

In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy.

Nothing is as heady as the wine of possibility

Geniuses are like thunderstorms: they go against the wind, terrify people, clear the air.

A genius may perhaps be a century ahead of his age and hence stands there as a paradox, but in the end, the race will assimilate what was once a paradox, so it is no longer paradoxical.

Why I so much prefer autumn to spring is that in the autumn one looks at heaven--in the spring at the earth.

The Bible is God's love letter to us