Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end.

All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.

Books are a refuge, a sort of cloistral refuge, from the vulgarities of the actual world.

To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.

Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass.

At first sight experience seems to bury us under a flood of external objects, pressing upon us with a sharp and importunate reality, calling us out of ourselves in a thousand forms of action.

Philosophical theories or ideas, as points of view, instruments of criticism, may help us to gather up what might otherwise pass unregarded by us.

Great passions may give us a quickened sense of life, ecstasy and sorrow of love, the various forms of enthusiastic activity, disinterested or otherwise, which comes naturally to many of us.

The way to perfection is through a series of disgusts

To know when one's self is interested, is the first condition of interesting other people.

Many attempts have been made by writers on art and poetry to define beauty in the abstract, to express it in the most general terms, to find some universal formula for it.

To teach, ignite the fire of desire to learn.

It will be interesting to have chance to view and the places from rich and poor to see what happens... if somebody knows the chance to do it it's smaller than before.

The deviant and the conformist...are creatures of the same culture, inventions of the same imagination.

It is unlikely Yanukovich won. If he did, his government made it impossible to determine.

I look at every piece of furniture and every object as an individual sculpture.

Perhaps women were once so dangerous that they had to have their feet bound

If your name is getting too heavy, you should have Kvothe give you a new one.

The connoisseur does not drink wine but tastes its secrets

God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, you piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!

You can't address yourself to women by speaking a language which no average woman will understand. In my opinion, it's wrong.