When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.

When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.

Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

Joy came always after pain.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

knowledge of who we are prevents us from being distracted by the demands of our surroundings

The man raised his glass, 'To you!'Can't you think of a wittier t

Antarctic symphony has a geometric relationship to the landscape. It's saying that this landscape and the minimal kind of, you know I'm talking like seeing ice, is visually kind of eerily minimal.

I'm going to do everything I can to keep from being mainstream.

Evolution writ large is the belief that a cloud of hydrogen will spontaneously invent extreme-ultraviolet lithography, perform Swan Lake, and write all the books in the British Museum.

Over the years the political establishment has frowned if a mainstream politician mentions marriage.

Forgiveness is a CHOICE, not a feeling.

Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.

They want to derail peace because they want to plunge Northern Ireland back into armed conflict.

Think not silence the wisdom of fools; but, if rightly timed, the honor of wise men, who have not the infirmity, but the virtue of taciturnity.