“The work of moral living is largely preventive – preventing our neurotic fixations or egotism from narrowing our horizons, preventing our loyalties from suppressing independent thinking, or preventing our mental impatience from abandoning the difficult path toward complete understanding. The rest feels less like work and more like allowing a natural exuberance to a moral creativity whose range has not been artificially narrowed by bias.”
“In mathematics, elegance generates addiction: things that can be treated with the elegant method are called elegant and important, so the method becomes more and more indispensable.”
Another one:

“So it is with language – the man who has a fine feeling for its tempo, its fingering, its musical spirit, who can hear with his inward ear the fine effects of its inner nature and raises his voice or hand accordingly, he shall surely be a prophet; on the other hand the man who knows how to write truths like this, but lacks a feeling and an ear for language, will find language making a game of him, and will become a mockery to men, as Cassandra was to the Trojans. And though I believe that with these words I have delineated the nature and office of poetry as clearly as I can, all the same I know that no one can understand it, and what I have said is quite foolish because I wanted to say it, and that is no way for poetry to come about.”
For a series of quotes with another common theme:

“The world was made before the English language, and seemingly upon a different design. Suppose we held our converse not in words, but in music; those who have a bad ear would find themselves cut off from all near commerce, and no better than foreigners in this big world.”
I have a hatful of quotes that I try to forget the provenance of so I can play the game of trying to guess. (Sometimes it’s too obvious to forget, but I try very hard.) Here are three with a common vein:

“Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believed.”
“Truth must necessarily be stranger than fiction; for fiction is the creation of the human mind and therefore congenial to it.”
“The truth, however nobly it may loom before the scientific intellect, is ontologically something secondary. Its eternity is but the wake of the ship of time, a furrow which matter must plough upon the face of essence.”
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