“With the eyes of the Hubble Space Telescope we have seen that the House of God is the House of Chaos!”

Only the hardest roads make us really feel that we are alive! Leave the easy roads!

If you want to do something very praiseworthy and very saintly, make a child happy!

We see the man when we look at the monkey; we see the monkey when we look at the man!

Everything cannot be possible without thinking that everything is possible!

One hundred sparrow does not make one eagle.

An honourable public and a dishonourable dictator cannot live together; at the end, the latter goes!

Like a garbage truck, we need a ‘lie-truck’ which will collect lies from everyone’s houses every morning, even every hour!

You cannot separate the old furniture from the memories and the memories from the old furniture!

Literature is a microscope; it shows us the unseen!

Violence is the tool of the barbarian; aggression is the method of the primitive; bloodshed is the way of the savage; cruelty is the manner of the brutish! To be called as a ‘civilised,’ man must be peaceable!

If you don’t like an idea, put another idea against it! If you use your fist against an idea that you don’t like, you only prove how horribly primitive you are!

A man who sits under a tree and dreams makes more journey than a man who goes around the world without dreaming!

It is a good habit to thank always the bridge which takes you to the other side or to mention the name of the bridge or to take the photo of it or to repair it if you can! In short, do something good for those who do goodness for you!

We need clear days to see the horizons; we need foggy nights to see beyond the horizons! Man sometimes can think much deeper when he sees less!

Stupid man produces noise; clever man produces silence!

If you do not read and listen to the opposite ideas, you can always remain a stupid person! Opposite ideas, however contrary they may sound, are your greater chances on the way to truth!

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture…we merge in an iridescent chaos.

Having tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

I’ve been involved in something which was chaotic and insane. All I can say now is that I am, and intend to stay, a single man.

Life is chaotic. It’s messy. That’s what Jesus was stepping into.

Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos, and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair.

Its not the chaos that brings us peace, but the uniqueness of how we make sense out of it.