Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

Let us give Nature a chance; she knows her business better than we do.

Vainglory and curiosity are the twin scourges of our souls. The former makes us stick our noses into everything: the latter forbids us to leave anything unresolved or undecided.

Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.

I put forward formless and unresolved notions, as do those who publish doubtful questions to debate in the schools, not to establish the truth but to seek it.

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

In general I ask for books that make use of learning, not those that build it up.