One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event.

What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak... It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

When the image is new, the world is new.

Our house is our corner of the world.

Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.

Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.

It’s frustration which makes creativity possible.

So bloody massacre, so nasty, so brutal he just starts to eat alive people flesh.

My mother-in-law belongs in Hell, but the devil is afraid she’ll end up taking over.

If you can't explain it simply, you don't understand it well enough.

I am, like anybody else, full of contradictions and personality traits, and I don't know which ones to speak from as a stand-up or what aspects of myself to ask an audience to identify with.

There needs to be conviction and action behind rules.

But the "wise" person understands something else— that we are all connected and, therefore, his or her own happiness must include the happiness of others.

The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts

You don't need a new life, just a new lens through which to view the one you have.

The Good was not a form of reality. It was reality itself, ever-changing, ultimately unknowable in any kind of fixed, rigid way.