...now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.

It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It's as simple as that.

Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.

A person can find anything if he takes the time, that is, if he can afford to look. And while he's looking, he's free, and he finds things he never expected.

Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.

It’s only the sea,’ said Moomintroll. ‘Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn’t go inside because it’s a labyrinth and you may never come out again.

There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.

There are those who stay at home and those who go away, and it has always been so. Everyone can choose for himself, but he must choose while there is still time and never change his mind.

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.

You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.

One has to discover everything for oneself. And get over it all alone.

A full Belly brings forth every Evil.

Viewing the child solely as an immature person is a way of escaping comforting him.

My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered.

None. I think we should send a country some cupcakes. You think some cupcakes would cheer up North Korea? Kill 'em with deliciousness.

It is easier to be virtuous than it is to appear so, and it pays better.

I feel like I'm at a really happy, good space.

We have the freedom to either play a tempo or not to play a tempo; to play a note or not to play a note; or to play what some people would say is a sound.

You might find it hard to imagine gravity as a weak force, but consider that a small magnet can hold up a paper clip, even though the entire earth is pulling down on it.

Since the last decades of the nineteenth century, revolt against the objectified world has determined the character of art and literature.

Quantum mechanics, with its leap into statistics, has been a mere palliative for our ignorance