Beauty only happens once.

I was wondering myself where I am going. So I would answer you by saying, first, that I am trying, precisely, to put myself at a point so that I do not know any longer where I am going.

If I only did what I can do, I wouldn't do anything

The blindness that opens the eye is not the one that darkens vision. Tears and not sight are the essence of the eye.

Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.

If things were simple, word would have gotten around.

To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.

Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: 'Here are our monsters,' without immediately turning the monsters into pets.

I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.

The traditional statement about language is that it is in itself living, and that writing is the dead part of language.

One often speaks without seeing, without knowing, without meaning what one says.

Ordinary people merely think how they shall 'spend' their time

...and spend my days surrounded by wise books, - bright windows in this life of ours, lit by the shining souls of men.

Sometimes thinking isn't thinking, it's dreaming with eyes wide open.

If we take the time to silence the chatter in our minds, it gives our heart the opportunity to awaken from its slumber. Peace of mind begins with peace in the heart.

I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom.

Quacks are a part of our culture, and we all fall prey to them. Who among us can say, for sure, that even our own personal physicians are honest and competent?

Anywhere in the world, in every oppressive country, time sooner or later comes and libertarian people sing the same song: Goodbye Mr Dictator! This is a universal law, this is a universal song.

When the Ngdanga tribe of West Africa hold their moon love ceremonies, the men of the tribe bang their heads on sacred trees until they get a nose bleed, which usually cures them of that.

We do not determine right or wrong based on what everybody else is doing.