You said that facts are meaningless, unless meanings are put into them. Well, Christianity, the mystery of the individual, is precisely what must be put into the facts to make them meaningful.

All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.

You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.

Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.

If it's so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.

Every herd is a refuge for giftlessness, whether it's a faith in Soloviev, or Kant, or Marx. Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently.

Perception can be one-sided or variant: "Glass half empty or half full." There usually is more than one way of perceiving. Thoroughly check your inner dialogue.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

When a love comes to an end weaklings cry efficient ones instantly find another love and the wise already have one in reserve.

After hundreds of auditions and nothing, you're sitting home and wondering, 'What am I doing?'

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

I combine aspects of many styles of music and create my own musical forms by way of electronic instruments.

I always think that I’m still this 13-year old boy that doesn’t really know how to be an adult, pretending to live my life, taking notes for when I’ll really have to do it.

If you are not leaning, no one will let you down.

We're part of the unfolding world, surfing the chaotic waves

Our praises are our wages.