When a man undertakes to create something, he establishes a new heaven, as it were, and from it the work that he desires to create flows into him... For such is the immensity of man that he is greater than heaven and earth.

A mortal lives not through that breath that flows in and that flows out. The source of his life is another and this causes the breath to flow.

So long as we do not blow our brains out, we have decided life is worth living.

Once a disease has entered the body, all parts which are healthy must fight it: not one alone, but all. Because a disease might mean their common death. Nature knows this; and Nature attacks the disease with whatever help she can muster.

Thoughts create a new heaven, a new firmament, a new source of energy, from which new arts flow.

Man is a microcosm, or a little world, because he is an extract from all the stars and planets of the whole firmament, from the earth and the elements; and so he is their quintessence