Out of suffering comes creativity

I suppose that there's a caddish streak in every man that runs crosswise across his character and disposition and general outlook.

For no one, in our long decline, So dusty, spiteful and divided, Had quite such pleasant friends as mine, Or loved them half as much as I did.

Infatuated, half through conceit, half through love of my art, I achieve the impossible working as no one else ever works.

I see the world as an illusion, and we shouldn't take ourselves so seriously

I didn't confide in men. Well, I didn't confide in anyone.

Thirteen sovereignties pulling against each other and all tugging at the federal head, will soon bring ruin on the whole.

He who is served is limited in his independence.

Theology is not only about understanding the world; it is about mending the world.

I think a lot of artists no longer want to participate in or be associated with narrative because of its corruptedness in contemporary culture.

The music I do is food... that will be your dinner.