Axiome: la haine du bourgeois est le commencement de la vertu. Axiom: Hatred of the bourgeois is the beginning of wisdom.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.

It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.

Stupidity is something unshakable; nothing attacks it without breaking itself against it; it is of the nature of granite, hard and resistant.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

A man is a critic when he cannot be an artist, in the same way that a man becomes an informer when he cannot be a soldier.

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.

And now, I'm just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.

Realize Realization with Knowledge!

But resist we much. We must and we will much about that be committed.

Anything that inspires unselfishness makes for our ennoblement. Christmas does that. I am all for Christmas.

People who meditate seek good moments forever. They know that there are other worlds beyond this world. They feel it. I experience those worlds when I meditate.

Also pay attention if a tree or whatnot says something about two bulls.

We need to see each child as a gift to be welcomed, cherished, and protected.

I don't like to be on a set and wait three hours, just to make some lighting adjustments. I like to shoot. That's what I want to do. I'd rather shoot something dumb than wait.

The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.

It was as if pain were a room he had entered and the door had been locked behind him.