Every man is the son of his own works.

There is no method but to be very intelligent.

Art to me 

is an anecdote of the spirit, 

and the only means 

of making concrete 

the purpose 

of its varied quickness 

and stillness.

Why do you speak to me of the stones? 

It is only the arch that matters to me.

Nobody heard him, 

the dead man, 

But still he lay moaning. 

I was much further out than you thought, 

and not waving but drowning. 

I was much too far out all my life, 

And not waving but drowning.

Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human state.

No man was ever great by imitation.

They that apply themselves to trifling matters 

commonly become incapable of great ones.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, 

a fresh try, 

one more start, 

with perhaps a bit of magic
waiting somewhere behind the morning.

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, 

of which the purpose is too deep, 

going too deep in the blood and soul, 

for mental explanation or description.

From the intrinsic evidence of his creation, 

the Great Architect of the Universe 

now begins to appear 

as a pure mathematician.

The analysis of concepts is for the understanding 

nothing more than 

what the magnifying glass is for sight.

The more original a discovery, 

the more obvious it seems afterwards.

Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.