For man is essentially alone, and one should pity him and love him and grieve with him.

Icelanders are grateful to meet foreigners who have heard of their country. And even more grateful to hear someone say it deserves better.

Whoever doesn't live in poetry cannot survive here on earth.

My motto is strong packaging, clear addressing.

Remember, any lie you are told, even deliberately, is often a more significant fact than a truth told in all sincerity.

It's a useful habit to never believe more than half of what people tell you, and not to concern yourself with the rest. Rather keep your mind free and your path your own.

It's a pity we don't whistle at one another, like birds. Words are misleading.

What you have stolen can never be yours.

When a man has a flower in his life he builds a house.

Like all great rationalists you believed in things that were twice as incredible as theology.

You have fettered yourself of your own free will, man - break the fetters!

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

You can't take away something she never fully had. She may have been promised to me, but my heart will never belong to her!

You can't build a strong personal brand by just posting status updates... people need more than that, they need valuable content, beyond updates and tweets.

Nobody knows the future with certainty. We can, however, identify ongoing patterns of change.

It is when you are angry that you must watch how you talk.

The believers in miracles accept them (rightly or wrongly) because they have evidence for them. The disbelievers in miracles deny them (rightly or wrongly) because they have a doctrine against them.

"Painters and poets," you say, "have always had an equal license in bold invention." We know; we claim the liberty for ourselves and in turn we give it to others.

You build trust with others each time you choose integrity over image, truth over convenience, or honor over personal gain.

It's something that I had been pushing down my whole life. The search for meaning, I guess, the whispering of the soul.

There was a state without king or nobles; there was a church without a bishop; there was a people governed by grave magistrates which it had selected, and by equal laws which it had framed.