Humans don't see what they don't want to see. No one wants to be put down. That's why people do nothing even when they do know something is happening.

Resignation is what kills people. Once they've rejected resignation, humans gain the privilege of making humanity their footpath.

The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.

No matter how many stones you throw at the water's surface, no matter how much you step on a shadow, the water's surface does not disappear, the shadow does not disappear.

He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.

Heaven no longer exists, nor does the earth.

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.

I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.

There is only one quality that makes humans truly human and that is their will.

Giving up is what kills people.

The ones who destroy monsters have always been humans.

Wenn [der Lehrer] wirklich weise ist, fordert er euch nicht auf, ins Haus seiner Weisheit einzutreten, sondern führt euch an die Schwelle eures eigenen Geistes.

it was dawning on me how uphill a poet's path was, and I confessed to her that if I had to be the choice between being happy or being a poet, I'd choose to be happy.

Words are just noises we make to describe stuff.

Within my words there is a longingTo be written, through the senses to travel across the mindTo be perceived by your heart, to rest in your deep.

There are men whom you will never dislodge from an opinion, except by taking possession of it yourself.

I have always loved truth so passionately that I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it into the minds which were ignorant of its charms.

Most people are weak and frightened, and run from anything which could be upsetting. Most people, also, are takers and not givers.

I decided to work on hand animate because the animators work as authors in every little scene and it brings real soul for characters.

As when, O lady mine, With chiselled touch, The stone unhewn and cold, Becomes a living mould, The more the marble wastes, The more the statue grows.

It's right to learn, even from the enemy.