“If art reflects life, it does so with special mirrors.”

To those who does not know the world is on fire, I have nothing to say.

General, your bomber is powerful. It flies faster than a storm and carries more than an elephant. But it has one defect: It needs a mechanic. General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.

It’s never too late for those whose time has come.

I Who live in Los Angeles and not in London Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be Still more like Los Angeles.

No one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.

Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.

Art and science coincide insofar as both aim to improve the lives of men and women.

Alas,we who wanted kindness, could not be kind ourselves.

The defeats and victories of the fellows at the top aren’t always defeats and victories for the fellows at the bottom.

Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must change.

Erst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral.

You can make a fresh start with your final breath.

General, your tank is a powerful vehicle it smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men. but it has one defect: it needs a driver.

For art to be ‘unpolitical’ means only to ally itself with the ‘ruling’ group.

The mill wheel turns, it turns forever, though what is uppermost remains not so.

The newspaper The dog Dialectics Showering, swimming Old music Comfortable shoes Comprehension New music Writing, planting Traveling Singing Being friendly

I divorce myself from listeners who aren’t tolerant of humor. I did notice universally that, especially when it comes to weight, people look in the mirror and get the angle just right, tell themselves it’s all right, and then they go out.

Some people are quick to challenge others but refuse to look in the mirror and challenge themselves.

If you can’t look in the mirror and genuinely love 100% of what you see, how can you possibly say “i love you” to someone else.

I look in the mirror and say to myself, Can it be you once played Romeo?

I’ve considered having my nose fixed. But I didn’t trust anyone enough. If I could do it myself with a mirror.

Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.

Above all, I feel a quiet pride that for the rest of my days I can look at myself in the mirror and know that once upon a time I was good enough. Good enough to call myself a member of the SAS. Some things don’t have a price tag.

There comes a time when it is vitally important for your spiritual health to drop your clothes, look in the mirror, and say, ‘Here I am. This is the body-like-no-other that my life has shaped. I live here. This is my soul’s address