... the structure of a page of good prose is, analyzed logically, not something frozen but the vibrating of a bridge, which changes with every step one takes on it.

And what would you do, ... if you could rule the world for a day? I suppose I would have no choice but to abolish reality.

There is nothing in this world as invisible as a monument

Layer by layer art strips life bare.

One does what one is; one becomes what one does.

If there is a sense of reality, there must also be a sense of possibility.

Progress would be wonderful - if only it would stop.

One must conform to the baseness of an age or become neurotic.

Stupidity is active in every direction, and can dress up in all the clothes of truth. Truth, on the other hand, has for every occasion only one dress and one path, and is always at a disadvantage.

The thought is not something that observes an inner event, but, rather it is this inner event itself. We do not reflect on something, but, rather, something thinks itself in us.

Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.

The beauty you want to attract is the one you should become.

A great chunk of our lives is wasted on thoughts that bring nothing. We all think about something but, in the end, we only close the day thinking a lot and doing nothing but little.

Creativity helps us fight off the monotony of everyday life!

The pain is what you make of it. You have to find something in it that yields. I understood my guiding imperative as: keep bleeding, but find some love in the blood.

Innocence is what is precious about life. No other experience can compare. Cherish it.

The difficulties of living in a secular risk culture are compounded by the importance of lifestyle choices.

Every 17 seconds a child dies on this planet from no clean drinking water. Good. Let's try to speed it up... there are too many people.

Any golfer worth his salt has to cross the sea and try to win the British Open.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

Most of us would do more for our babies than we have ever been willing to do for anyone, even ourselves.