Philosophy lives in words, but truth and fact well up into our lives in ways that exceed verbal formulation

There is in the living act of perception always something that glimmers and twinkles and will not be caught, and for which reflection comes too late

Our solar system, with its harmonies, is seen now as but one passing case of a certain sort of moving equilibrium in the heavens, realized by a local accident in an appalling wilderness of worlds where no life can exist

Like the single drops that sparkle in the sun as they are flung far ahead of the advancing edge of a wave-crest or of a flood, they show the way and are forerunners

The world is not yet with them, so they often seem in the midst of the world’s affairs to be preposterous

This has been said a million different times and ways and it never seems to penetrate but I’ll try again: Using AI to “do” art isn’t possible. Art is not the process of coming up with a good idea to get started and then executing it flawlessly in the style of someone you admire.

The opposition between the men who have and the men who are is immemorial

If the grace of God miraculously operates, it probably operates through the subliminal door, then

To omit, says Stevenson, is the one art in literature: If I knew how to omit, I should ask no other knowledge