But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I’ll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Others send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music.
Where I live, everything is very small.
Horror causes men to clench their fists, and in horror men join together.
Man is but a network of relationships and these alone matter to him.
If you tame me, it would be as if the sun came to shine on my life.
The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.
True love is visible not to the eyes but to the heart, for eyes may be deceived...
One man may hit the mark, another blunder; but heed not these distinctions. Only from the alliance of the one, working with and through the other, are great things born.
Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.
Intelligence is not creative; judgment is not creative. If a sculptor is nothing but skill and mind, his hands will be without genius.
A man’s age represents a fine cargo of experiences and memories.
One’s suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields – even to sadness.
The airplane has unveiled for us the true face of the earth.
Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.
To grasp the meaning of the world of today we use a language created to express the world of yesterday. The life of the past seems to us nearer our true natures, but only for the reason that it is nearer our language.
Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.
What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.
A child is not frightened at the thought of being patiently transmuted into an old man.
We must not subject him who creates to the desires of the multitude. It is, rather, his creation that must become the multitude’s desire.