There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.

The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.

Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.

Religion has the same relation to man's heavenly condition that mathematics has to his earthly one: both the one and the other are merely the rules of the game. Belief in God and belief in numbers: local truth and truth of location.

A thousand years ago five minutes were Equal to forty ounces of fine sand. Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite aftertime: above your head They close like giant wings, and you are dead.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

I think it is all a matter of love.