The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.

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

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

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.

The truth is, life grows and evolved inside of you and, it has nothing to do with any other person except you. The truth of life grows and evolves, in the form of understanding.

This is how social change ultimately happens: enlightened values do not change behavior

I believe that everyone in the world is crazy except you and me. And even you're a little bit strange.

I see disappointment as something small and aggregate rather than something unified or great. With a little effort, every failure can be turned into something good.

In politics stupidity is not a handicap.

In the whole range of human activities, war most closely resembles a game of cards.

It sounds gross to say that I like myself more. But not everyone likes themselves that much. Especially in the comedy world.

Care and responsibility are constituent elements of love, but without respect for and knowledge of the beloved person, love deteriorates into domination and possessiveness.

Every man's follies are the caricature resemblances of his wisdom.

Only the soul that with an overwhelming impulse and a perfect trust gives itself up forever to the life of other men, finds the delight and peace which such complete self-surrender has to give.