I look at myself but I'm missing. I know myself: it’s not me.

The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!

Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

The slope takes you to the windmill, but effort takes you nowhere.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

There are no norms. All people are exceptions to a rule that doesn’t exist.

Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

It's been a long time since I've been me.

I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.

What is interesting about you today, would not create new memory tomorrow braze up and create that envisage memory that is glaring you within.

Psychobabble attempts to redefine the entire English language just to make a correct statement incorrect. Psychology is the study of why someone would try to do this.

Every creature in the world is like a book and a picture and a mirror for us

REVOLUTION, n. A bursting of the boilers which usually takes place when the safety valve of public discussion is closed.

No man has the mind of Christ, except him who makes it his business to obey him.

If you're offered something, you're not really sure exactly what is that they saw in you that they think is the character so it's a little scary, I feel.

Words are spiritual containers.

...just a little touches her and there. He puts his hands on your arms or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him... it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins.

The lowest boor may laugh on being tickled, but a man must have intelligence to be amused by wit.

The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.