The way I see it, there is no greater spiritual beauty than fanaticism, of a sort so sincere it can only end in martyrdom.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.

Life on the open road is liberty... to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solitarily in conquest of the world.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.

One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.

For now it seems that by advancing into unknown territories, I entered into my life

I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

Balanced emotions are crucial to intuitive decision making.

We need to see our collective mind as the vehicle that will take us to the destiny of our dreams

I don't feel like I have to please anyone. I feel free. I feel like I'm an adult. I'm grown. I can do what I want. I can say what I want. I can retire if I want. That's why I've worked hard.

I stand for what I stand on.

The most fundamental constraint is limited time

I feel as if you're saying that DJ is not a real job.

The little jihad is over, and now we have the bigger jihad - the bigger battle is achieving security and economic growth

If you're prepared to invest in a company, then you ought to be able to explain why in simple language that a fifth grader could understand, and quickly enough so the fifth grader won't get bored.

Art and propaganda have this much connection, that if a propaganda makes art impossible, it is clearly damned.

So remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and hold on to that childlike wonder about what makes the universe exist.