Never can the innate power of a work be hidden or locked away. A work of art can be forgotten by time; it can be forbidden and rejected but the elemental will always prevail over the ephemeral.

In history as in human life, regret does not bring back a lost moment and a thousand years will not recover something lost in a single hour.

Truth to tell, we are all criminals if we remain silent.

It is never until one realizes that one means something to others that one feels there is any point or purpose in one's own existence.

Freedom is not possible without authority - otherwise it would turn into chaos and authority is not possible without freedom - otherwise it would turn into tyranny.

All I know is that I shall be alone again. There is nothing more terrible than to be alone among human beings.

There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.

In history, the moments during which reason and reconciliation prevail are short and fleeting.

Only the misfortune of exile can provide the in-depth understanding and the overview into the realities of the world.

Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life.

Hairdressers are professional gossips; when only the hands are busy, the tongue is seldom still.

Love is blind, reason is deaf. You need both to survive.

I'm constantly revising and updating a piece until it's finally recorded. Once it's recorded, then it's over.

What a glorious time they must have in that wilderness, far from mankind and election day!

The lives of great men cannot be writ with any tolerable degree of elegance or exactness within a short time after their decease.

Every object in the world can pass from a closed, silent existence to an oral state, open to appropriation by society, for there is no law, whether natural or not, which forbids talking about things

Amnesiac was written to make fun of senior citizens with alzheimers. I hate them and I wish they'd die.

Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.

The happy people are those who are producing something; the bored people are those who are consuming much and producing nothing.