The Normal Objective Of My Thought Affords

You Imagine That I Look Back On My Life's Work With Calm Satisfaction. But From Nearby It Looks Quite Different. There Is Not A Single Concept Of Which I Am Convinced That It Will Stand Firm, And I Feel Uncertain Whether I Am In General On The Right Track.

It Is, In Fact, Nothing Short Of A Miracle That The Modern Methods Of Instruction Have Not Yet Entirely Strangled The Holy Curiosity Of Inquiry; For This Delicate Little Plant, Aside From Stimulation, Stands Mainly In Need Of Freedom; Without This It Goes To Wrack And Ruin Without Fail. It Is A Grave Mistake To Think That The Enjoyment Of Seeing And Searching Can Be Promoted By Means Of Coercion And A Sense Of Duty.

Sometimes One Pays Most For The Things One Gets For Nothing.

If What Is Seen And Experienced Is Portrayed In The Language Of Logic, Then It Is Science. If It Is Communicated Through Forms Whose Connections Are Not Accessible To The Conscious Mind But Are Recognized Intuitively, Then It Is Art.

As The Area Of Light Expands, So Does The Perimeter Of Darkness.