To have a true idea of man or of life, one must have stood himself on the brink of suicide, or on the door-sill of insanity, at least once.

There are four types of men in the world: lovers, opportunists, lookers-on, and imbeciles. The happiest are the imbeciles.

I've met many thinkers and many cats, but the wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.

We study ourselves three weeks, we love each other three months, we squabble three years, we tolerate each other thirty years, and then the children start all over again.

For thirty centuries, from her sacred seat the cat looked down, and crouching at her feet, beheld the race of conquering Pharaohs kneel.

The search for causes must come after the collection of facts.

The production of a work of art is determined by the material and intellectual climate in which a man lives and dies.

Amid this vast and overwhelming space and in these boundless solar archipelagoes, how small is our own sphere, and the earth, what a grain of sand!

Four varieties in society: lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.

History is nothing but a problem of mechanics applied to psychology.

Man may be considered as a superior species of animal that produces philosophies and poems in about the same way a silkworm produces their cocoons and bees their hives.

We take for granted electricity, water, even concerts. Count your blessings.

Truth and falsity is something that concerns language, it's a property of language.

In America I think we need to move towards a social democracy, European-style basically, and I think that in Britain we do as well.

You don't throw clothes away, because you know it's going to come back in fashion!

Design provides solutions, art asks questions.

The familiar life horizon has been outgrown: the old concepts, ideals, and emotional patterns no longer fit; the time for the passing of a threshold is at hand.

To create a situation where each new episode has to start in the exact same place as the previous one, with the actors' hair in the exact same place, seemed crazy.

I paint to rest from the phenomena of the external world - to pronounce it -- and to make notations of its essences with which to verify the inner eye.

The artist must conceive with warmth yet execute with coolness.

This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.