“One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.”

Everything the State says is a lie, and everything it has it has stolen.

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

Stupidity in a woman is unfeminine.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?

The worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.

Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.

One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many.

Faith: not wanting to know what the truth is.

One ought to hold on to one’s heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

It is easy to take a photograph, but it is harder to make a masterpiece in photography than in any other art medium.

The mother of all the skills is to learn the art of paying attention – Remembering every step you make or anything that’s around you.

True art awakens the Extraordinary Ovation.

All truly great art is optimistic. The individual artist is happy in his creative work. The fact that practically all great art is tragic does not in any way change the above thesis.

Eyes water, throat burns. Sins splattered like modern art; My ritual purge.

In my mind, I see a line. And over that line, I see green fields and lovely flowers and beautiful, white women with their arms stretched out to me over that line, but I can’t seem to get there now. I can’t seem to get over that line.

No person learned the art of archery from me, who did not in the end make me his target.

All art is propaganda. It is universally and inescabably propaganda; sometimes unconsciously, but often deliberately, propaganda.