We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.

It is not enough to understand what we ought to be, unless we know what we are; and we do not understand what we are, unless we know what we ought to be.

You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.

Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.

The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.