[...] a number of flawed individuals can often add up to a brilliant social unit.

And what would you do, ... if you could rule the world for a day? I suppose I would have no choice but to abolish reality.

There is nothing in this world as invisible as a monument

Layer by layer art strips life bare.

One does what one is; one becomes what one does.

If there is a sense of reality, there must also be a sense of possibility.

Progress would be wonderful - if only it would stop.

One must conform to the baseness of an age or become neurotic.

Stupidity is active in every direction, and can dress up in all the clothes of truth. Truth, on the other hand, has for every occasion only one dress and one path, and is always at a disadvantage.

The thought is not something that observes an inner event, but, rather it is this inner event itself. We do not reflect on something, but, rather, something thinks itself in us.

Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.

We live in a culture of violence.

Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy.

The world needs dreamers and the world needs doers. But above all, the world needs dreamers who do.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.

Just the absence of loneliness. That's love enough.

Words are one thing - deeds something entirely different. Fine words are a mask to cover shady deeds. A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.

The world is infinitely more interesting than any of my opinions about it.

Well, it's not really the right word, but freedom is kind of a hobby with me, and I have disposable income that I'll spend to find out how to get people more of it.

I dream of men who take the next step instead of worrying about the next thousand steps.

I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .