• Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.

  • If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him.

  • All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

  • It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor.

  • All men are creative but few are artists.

  • Culture opens the sense of beauty.

  • The truth is that the beginning of anything and its end alike are touching.

  • Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean, where's it going to end?

  • We must expect everything and fear everything from time and from men.

  • Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.

  • Just as courage imperils life, fear protects it.

  • The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

  • Life is one vast tangled conglomeration, inflamed with passion.

  • Specialized meaninglessness has come to be regarded, in certain circles, as a hallmark of true science.

  • The grand thing about the human mind is that it can see meaninglessness as ultimate meaning.

  • The greatest mistake you can make in life is continually fearing you will make one.

  • What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

  • Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to do great things.

  • I like reality. It tastes of bread.

  • He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.

  • The whole of science is nothing more than a refinement of everyday thinking.

  • All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.

  • Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.

  • Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

  • Taste is the enemy of creativeness.

  • Thinking is the endeavor to capture reality by means of ideas.

  • Time and space are fragments of the infinite for the use of finite creatures.

  • Truth seems to come with its final word and the final word gives birth to its next.

  • Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.