Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back.

The average man is a conformist, accepting miseries and disasters with the stoicism of a cow standing in the rain.

If you can train your senses to perceive the movement of the minute hand of a clock, what is to stop you for training them to 'slow down' when you look at a tree or a puddle?

Imagination should be used, not to escape reality but to create it.

Turning on the light is easy if you know where the switch is.

When we pull back and get, for a moment, the 'bird's eye' view of life, it reveals meanings that are ungraspable by the narrow focus of our usual worm's eye view

When I open my eyes in the morning, I am not confronted by a world, but by a million possible worlds.

Ask the Outsider what he ultimately wants,and he will admit he doesn't know.Why? Because he wants it instinctively,and it is not always possible to tell what your instincts are driving towards.

It is far easier to write an angry letter than to go and say angry things to another person - because as soon as we look in one another's faces we can see the other point of view.

Sexual activity is driven by the same aims and motives as reading poetry or listening to music: to escape the limitations imposed by the need for particularity in the consciousness.

The worst crimes are not committed by evil degenerates, but by decent and intelligent people taking 'pragmatic' decisions.

Whoever educates himself and improves his own morals & character is superior to the man who tries to teach & train others.

It will not say, 'Isn't X beautiful?' Such demands are murderous to beauty.

Stop letting people who do so little for you control so much of your life.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

In the reflected gaze of his (her husband's) steady admiration, she saw the face of the girl he had fallen in love with.

Wherever we are, we are as one

Every orchestra is different. Sometimes, you're blown away by a particular musician. If I'm playing the Brahms concerto, it's crucial to have a great oboe player, because we work in tandem.

I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then why does it hurt when I spray them with Windex?

I want my army to be an army of the living God.