Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.

War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.

Technology and comfort - having those, people speak of culture, but do not have it.

In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.

I shall need to sleep three weeks on end to get rested from the rest I've had.

Order and simplification are the first steps toward the mastery of a subject.