Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

I want to turn my life into sad adventure and myths.

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

Each one of us is selfish, including me.

The years I raced in were fantastic. There was so much change in the cars. We went from treaded tyres to no wings right through to slicks to enormous wings.

I really get a little bit confused by all this "angry angry angry" talk when all I do is tell jokes and at least some people find it funny.

You could say that Trump is the 21st century version of Pat Buchanan. Protectionist, anti-immigrant.

Well, we think the broadcasts did have some effect, because we see the antiwar movement in the U.S. building up, growing and so we think that our broadcast is a support to this antiwar movement.

I think I must be worried all the time - maybe that is the other side of joy, you know, holding that line of the full range of emotions.

When you build a bridge, you insist that it can carry 30,000 pounds, but you only drive 10,000-pound trucks across it. And that same principle works in investing.

With anything, you have to approach from an educational, mature standpoint.