The romantic artist expects people to ask, 'What has he got to say?' The classical artist expects them to ask, 'How does he say it?

Like other revolutionaries I can thank God for the reactionaries. They clarify the issue.

The history of thought, and therefore all history, is the re-enactment of past thought in the historian's own mind.

A man ceases to be a beginner in any given science and becomes a master in that science when he has learned that... he is going to be a beginner all his life.

Perfect Freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work, and in that work does what he wants to do.

Art is community's medicine for that worst disease of the mind, the corruption of consciousness

Nothing capable of being memorized is history.

What a man is ashamed of is always at bottom himself; and he is ashamed of himself at bottom always for being afraid.

Classical art stands for form; romantic art for content.

The children of each generation are taught to want what they are taught they must not have.

The chief business of seventeenth-century philosophy was to reckon with seventeenth-century science... the chief business of twentieth-century philosophy is to reckon with twentieth-century history.

Whatever you want, at any moment, someone else is getting it. Whatever you have, someone else is longing for.

We are wrong to fear superiority of mind and soul; this superiority is very moral, for understanding everything makes a person tolerant and the capacity to feel deeply inspires great goodness.

I always felt through writing that I wanted to rotate the world slightly.

More interesting than thinking about whats possible in 10 years is thinking whats possible now but that no one has built.

We are reorganizing in order to eliminate duplication and redundancy.

Cause I enjoy both, I enjoy recording and playing live, but yeah, the rush of playing live is really something.

Improvement is nature.

Women have to work exceptionally hard.

What happened happened. What's gonna happen, is gonna happen.

We cherish too, the Poppy red That grows on fields where valor led, It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies.