“The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity.”

Gilbert White discovered the formula for complete happiness, but he died before making the announcement, leaving it for me to do so. It is to be very busy with the unimportant.

The selection of a book-plate is such a serious matter.

As life tends to become more and more distracting, let us firmly hold on to books.

Infinity is just time on an ego trip.

When I touch that flower, I am not merely touching that flower. I am touching infinity. That little flower existed long before there were human beings on this earth. It will continue to exist for thousands, yes, millions of years to come.

Music can measure how broad our horizons are. My mind wants to see to infinity.

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.

Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.