Serious people have few ideas. People with ideas are never serious.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

Man's great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.

War: a massacre of people who don't know each other for the profit of people who know each other but don't massacre each other.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

Nothing beautiful can be summarized.

The universe is built on a plan the profound symmetry of which is somehow present in the inner structure of our intellect.

A great man is one who leaves others at a loss after he is gone.

Love is being stupid together.

The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.

Let us enrich ourselves with our mutual differences.

My advice to you, my violent friend, is to seek out gold and sit on it.

You live and let live, eventually that becomes enough.

The body is a sacred garment.

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

There's one golden rule to keep before you: laugh about everything and don't bother yourself about the others!

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

What I've come to realize is that emotional intelligence, which I define as buoyancy, was the only way I knew how to lead, and is, in my option, the only way to inspire real change.

I can get away with saying a lot of ideas that are young and naive. I'm liberated.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

All day long I add up columns of figures and make everything balanced. I come home. I sit down. I look at a Kandinsky and it's wonderful.