It is said that there is a principle of conflict which originated with the single cell and has never deteriorated.

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.

All governments suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities.

If we define Futurism as an exploration beyond accepted limits, then the nature of limiting systems becomes the first object of exploration.

When politics and religion are intermingled, a people is suffused with a sense of invulnerability, and gathering speed in their forward charge, they fail to see the cliff ahead of them

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

Do actions agree with words? There's your measure of reliability. Never confine yourself to the words.

Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.

Justice belongs to those who claim it, but let the claimant beware lest he create new injustice by his claim and thus set the bloody pendulum of revenge into its inexorable motion

The best contribution one can make to humanity is to improve oneself.

I look at this life as a puzzle without all the pieces in the box.

Poetry from the bottom up is an act of selection: you kind of feel your way through the crowds of poems. The good ones came forward a long time ago, and the bad ones fell away.

My own personal favorite Cher song is the unforgettable Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves.

I think I came to film-making through writing. I started to write, and people, teachers, responded to my writing.

Solitude is the nurse of enthusiasm, enthusiasm is the true part of genius.

Tea! The English could always be pacified with it!

Walls, towns, rules, and day-to-day life doesn't make us civilized ... That's organization and ritual. Civilization lives in our hearts and heads or it doesn't exist at all.

A wish is a dish that's a lot like a fish: Once it's been eaten it's harder to throw back. - Mr. Rakshasas

Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow on another like the withered leaves of Autumn.

Maybe anything that anybody ever has is for now. What happened before is gone, and what will happen later is an illusion.