One can never know enough. The unknown and its call lies even in what we know.

No one can teach that which is inside another, each person must find it on his own and find a way to express it.

The qualities that one needs to be a good goalkeeper are exactly the same as to be a good sculptor. In both professions one should have a good relationship with time and space.

Boundaries are actually the main factor in space, just as the present, another boundary, is the main factor in time.

Whatever I know how to do, I've already done. Therefore I must always do what I do not know how to do.

What comes from oneself is nearly from no one. There is only me as a link.

Art is that which comes to a man, and stands between himself and an implacable witness - the work.

The Guggenheim Museum Bilbao looks like a great adventure.

In my work, I have never had any use for anything that I have known in advance.

To look is one thing, to see is another thing; to see is very difficult, normally; to look is to try to see. I have looked and I hope I have seen.

A man´s level of dignity must always be above his level of fear.

I have come to think that's where Heaven is, a place in the memories of other where our best selves live

I needed to get out and my roomies had both left me for the night so I followed the pretty one here.” Did Marcus just call me pretty?

It's my theme, my whole theme is, "Make America Great Again." It's a concept of greatness for this country.

Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.

The more weapons of violence, the more misery to mankind. The triumph of violence ends in a festival of mourning.

Quality attracts quality. People want to be on a good show.

Darwin has done more to change human thought than all the priests who have existed.

A map is the dead body of where you've been. A map is the unborn baby of where you're going. There are no maps. Maps are pictures of what isn't.

Should we say the self, once perceived, becomes the soul?