Guilt results from unused life, from the unlived in us.

People create the reality they need in order to discover themselves

If everyone lives roughly the same lies about the same thing, there is no one to call them liars. They jointly establish their own sanity and themselves normal.

War is a sociological safety valve that cleverly diverts popular hatred for the ruling classes into a happy occasion to mutilate or kill foreign enemies.

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

The artist takes in the world, but instead of being oppressed by it, he reworks it in his own personality and recreates it in the work of art.

What man really fears is not so much extinction, but extinction with insignificance.

Man's natural and inevitable urge to deny mortality and achieve a heroic self-image are the root causes of human evil.

Ecological devastation is the excrement, so to speak, of man's power worship.

Horror alone brings peace of mind.

Each society is a hero system which promises victory over evil and death.

But here we see the peace of God is not the absence of negative thoughts, it is the presence of God himself.

You leave the previous book with idea's and themes - characters even - caught in the fibers of your clothing - and when you open a new book, they are still with you.

In architecture, you arrive so late. I look at doctors, lawyers I know, and they're all buying boats and bailing out at 62. My career is just getting started.

I'm a big believer in, no matter what you go through in life, as long as you can laugh your way through it, you're going to be okay.

Our founders did not write that 'We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all US Persons are created equal.'

Painting is concerned with the ten things you can see: these are darkness and brightness, substance and color, form and place, remoteness and nearness, movement and rest.

According to our purpose, motivation and sincerity, which compose our devotion, Krishna reveals Himself to us.

The outer world, with all its phenomena, is filled with divine splendour, but we must have experienced the divine within ourselves, before we can discover it in our environment

Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.