I teach at Harvard that the world and the heavens, and the stars are all real, but not so damned real, you see.

Interfere with the reality of my world, and you therefore take the very life and heart out of my will.

We seek true individuality and the true individuals. But we find them not. For lo, we mortals see what our poor eyes can see; and they, the true individuals, - they belong not to this world of our merely human sense and thought.

But you are alone. Yet I never tell what you are. And if your face lights up my world as no other can - well, this feeling too, when viewed as the mere psychologist has to view it, appears to be simply what all the other friends report about their friends.

So, as one sees, I by no means deprive my world of stubborn reality, if I merely call it a world of ideas.

The world, as transformed by this creative deed, is better than it would have been had all else remained the same, but had that deed of treason not been done at all.