Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Give

The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.

I've chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I'm only condemning myself to sixty years of torture.

If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.

Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it