Truth, For Any Man, Is That Which

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time.

Perfection Is Attained, Not When No More Can Be Added, But When No More Can Be Removed.

The Theoretician Believes In Logic And Believes That He Despises Dreams, Intuition, And Poetry. He Does Not Recognize That These Three Fairies Have Only Disguised Themselves In Order To Dazzle Him.... He Does Not Know That He Owes His Greatest Discoveries To Them.

A Rock Pile Ceases To Be A Rock Pile The Moment A Single Man Contemplates It, Bearing Within Him The Image Of A Cathedral.

True Love Is Inexhaustible; The More You Give, The More You Have.