The demand for absolute purity of genres is becoming nowadays an anachronism in literature.

If man had more of a sense of humor, things might have turned out differently.

A specialist is a barbarian whose ignorance is not well-rounded.

Plentitude, when too plentitudinous, was worst than destitution, for obviously what could one do, if there was nothing one could not?

Genius is not so much a light as it is a constant awareness of the surrounding gloom.

I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.

Mathematics never reveals man to the degree, never expresses him in the way, that any other field of human endeavour does: the extent of the negation of man's corporeal self that mathematics achieves cannot be compared with anything. Whoever is interested in this subject I refer to my articles. Here I will say only that the world injected its patterns into human language at the very inception of that language; mathematics sleeps in every utterance, and can only be discovered, never invented.