An apple or an orange is round enough to get itself called round, and yet is not round after all.

The earth itself is shaped like an orange in order to lure some simple astronomer into calling it a globe.

A blade of grass is called after the blade of a sword, because it comes to a point; but it doesn't.

Everywhere in things there is this element of the quiet and incalculable.

It escapes the rationalists, but it never escapes till the last moment.