This is pity, ” he thought, and then he lifted his head in wonder. He thought that there must be something terribly wrong with a world in which this monstrous feeling is called a virtue.

Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.

To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That's what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul - would you understand why that's much harder?

Civilization is the process of setting man free from men.

Integrity is the ability to stand by an idea.

Self-sacrifice? But it is precisely the self that cannot and must not be sacrificed.

I love you so much that nothing can matter to me - not even you...Only my love- not your answer. Not even your indifference

Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artists metaphysical value judgments.

The age of the skyscraper is gone. This is the age of the housing project. Which is always a prelude to the age of the cave.

No speech is ever considered, but only the speaker. It's so much easier to pass judgement on a man than on an idea.

What is kinder--to believe the best of people and burden them with a nobility beyond their endurance--or to see them as they are, and accept it because it makes them comfortable?

Don't be afraid to show you soul, we need plenty of soul to show in this world.

This World is mine. You All are mine. I am a part of you. You are a part of me. Always and Forever. Main Rahoon Ya Na Rahoon.

Feeling entitled is the opposite of feeling grateful. Gratitude opens the heart, entitlement closes it.

Oliver Sacks remains my hero to this day. He was one of the first medical writers I read. The other was Lewis Thomas, who is no longer alive but is just heroic to me.

My hope is that out of all the anger and seeming hostility that we hear in some of today's music will come some sort of coalition that will become politically involved.

The Internet...has become the voice of the people in the first genuine experiment in democracy yet conducted in America. It stands ready to serve every facet, every faction.

Music is...a form of remembering, a return to the seasons of the heart long gone.

I think we're a long ways from really putting colonies of people out there who would live their whole lives out there in space. I don't see that happening for quite some time.

Never was there a dingier, uglier, less picturesque city than London ... it is really wonderful that so much brick and stone, for centuries together, should have been built up with so poor a result.

Death is the lot of us all, and the only way that the human race has ever conquered death is by treating it with contempt. By living every golden minute as if one had all Eternity.