“I am so in favor of the actual infinite that instead of admitting that Nature abhors it, as is commonly said, I hold that Nature makes frequent use of it everywhere, in order to show more effectively the perfections of its Author.”

The present is saturated with the past and pregnant with the future.

What is is what must be.

Justice is charity in accordance with wisdom.

To love is to be delighted by the happiness of someone, or to experience pleasure upon the happiness of another. I define this as true love.

I hold that it is only when we can prove everything we assert that we understand perfectly the thing under consideration.

I do not conceive of any reality at all as without genuine unity.

Nature does not make leaps.

Taking mathematics from the beginning of the world to the time when Newton lived, what he had done was much the better half.

Nothing is necessitated whose opposite is possible.

Every substance is as a world apart, independent of everything else except God.

We never have a full demonstration, although there is always an underlying reason for the truth, even if it is only perfectly understood by God, who alone penetrated the infinite series in one stroke of the mind.

The present is big with the future, the future might be read in the past, the distant is expressed in the near.

Nothing is more important than to see the sources of invention which are, in my opinion more interesting than the inventions themselves.

In my judgment an organic machine new to nature never arises, since it always contains an infinity of organs so that it can express, in its own way, the whole universe; indeed, it always contains all past and present times.

But it is the knowledge of necessary and eternal truths which distinguishes us from mere animals, and gives us reason and the sciences, raising us to knowledge of ourselves and God. It is this in us which we call the rational soul or mind.

A great doctor kills more people than a great general.

As to the origin of civil Societies or Governments; the Author of our Being, has given Man a Nature to be fitted for, and disposed to Society.

Am I in love? Absolutely. I’m in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I’m a passionate lover.

This may be the vocation of man: to say “Amen” to being and to the Author of being; to live in defiance of absurdity, notwithstanding futility and defeat; to attain faith in God even in spite of God.

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

All authors to their own defects are blind.

Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh to -day as when they first passed through their authors’ minds ages ago.

Most of the more celebrated names among African-American authors, poets, and artists are known to the world because of their association with specific cultural arts movements.

An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread