“There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.”

Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called Ego.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

And once you are awake, you shall remain awake eternally.

All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.

Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.

I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

Today as always, men fall into two groups: slaves and free men.

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster.

I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible.

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.

Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night.

We are made for goodness. We are made for love. We are made for friendliness. We are made for togetherness. We are made for all of the beautiful things that you and I know.

All the things life has to offer with all of its ups and downs, nothing’s perfect, but it’s all beautiful.

The world was expecting her to be a beautiful flower. Society behaved in such a way that turned her into a fierce sword.

Oh, love It’s amazing how your smile puts the most beautiful star to shame.

Magical, extraterrestrial, marvelous, enchanted, brave, beautiful, miraculous, royalty, a warrior, a deity. You are simply everything you are and choose to believe.

You get broken you pick yourself back up, you get scarred you wear them beautifully, things that were meant to destroy you, you overcame them with such great might.

I have found that pain has a habit of planting roots in beautiful hearts.