There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old read more

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.

I believe in the imagination. What I cannot see is infinitely more important than what I can see.

I believe in the imagination. What I cannot see is infinitely more important than what I can see.

If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over?

If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over?

Anything that is wasted effort represents wasted time. The best management of our time thus becomes linked inseparably with the read more

Anything that is wasted effort represents wasted time. The best management of our time thus becomes linked inseparably with the best utilization of our efforts.

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
[Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]

He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
[Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]

There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness read more

There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not

Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve

Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the read more

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.