The expansion of the whole cosmos was but the shrinkage of all its physical units and of the wavelengths of light.

The universe now appeared to me as a void wherein floated rare flakes of snow, each flake a universe.

We have no government and no laws, if by law is meant a stereotyped convention supported by force, and not to be altered without the aid of cumbersome machinery.

A nation . . . is just a society for hating foreigners.

Even when all the worlds have frozen or exploded, and all the suns gone dead and cold, there'll still be time. Oh, God, what for?

In you, humanity is precarious; and so, in dread and in shame, you kill the animal in you. And its slaughter poisons you.

No visiting angel, or explorer from another planet, could have guessed that this bland orb [Earth] teemed with vermin, with world-mastering, self-torturing, incipiently angelic beasts.

The creator, if he should love his creature, would be loving only a part of himself; but the creature, praising the creator, praises an infinity beyond himself.

In fact man's career has been less like a mountain torrent hurtling from rock to rock, than a great sluggish river, broken very seldom by rapids.

It is better to be destroyed than to triumph in slaying the spirit... We die praising the universe in which at least such an achievement as ours can be.

Barren, barren and trivial are these words. But not barren the experience.

Why write wrong if the writing won’t right the wrong? (90)

Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.

If you have a recital to do, you have to memorize the songs. I never use music when I do recitals. It produces an instant barrier, both for yourself and the audience.

The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.

I mean that everything this afternoon has been too beautiful, and that perhaps everything together will never be so right again. I'm very glad therefore you've been a part of it.

I love being a human being, my time and experience here has become even more treasured since I turned to acting.

Michael still thought of Havana as home, because he was born there. And he had been Miguel Arroya there. Here, he was Michael.

No one has schizophrenia, like having a cold. The patient has not "got" schizophrenia. He is schizophrenic.

Give something back by becoming more