I no longer cared about survival - I merely loved.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

When the human mind exists in the light of reason and no more than reason, we may say with absolute certainty that Man and all that made him will be in that instant gone.

It has been said repeatedly that one can never, try as he will, get around to the front of the universe. Man is destined to see only its far side, to realize nature only in retreat.

If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a pity that we should involve the violet and the tree frog in our departure.

The great artist, whether he be musician, painter, or poet, is known for this absolute unexpectedness.

It is a commonplace of all religious thought, even the most primitive, that the man seeking visions and insight must go apart from his fellows and love for a time in the wilderness.

The journey is difficult, immense. We will travel as far as we can, but we cannot in one lifetime see all that we would like to see or to learn all that we hunger to know.

Each one of us is a statistical impossibility around which hover a million other lives that were never destined to be born.

We cannot pluck a flower witout disturbing a star.

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

An hour is indeed a long time when you count every second

It isn't enough for you to love money - it's also necessary that money should love you.

It is the little things that fret and worry us you can dodge an elephant but not a fly.

Listening is more important than anything else because that's what music is. Somebody is playing something and you're receiving it. It is sending and receiving.

I dream of land, cut only where streams glistened with birdsong wander through quiet hills burnt hard by the scrape of wind, and of a porch from which a single road leads only homeward.

I don't over-sing anymore, which I used to suffer from terribly because I couldn't hear myself.

It is the mind that makes us rich and happy, in what condition soever we are, and money signifies no more to it than it does to the gods.

There in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had no meaning.

I'm drawn to villains that are three-dimensional and raw and that I can kind of see in my own life.