Art holds out the promise of inner wholeness.

The universe is large and we are tiny, without the need for further religious superstructure. One can have so-called spiritual moments without belief in the spirit.

Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.

When you look at the Moon, you think, ‘I’m really small. What are my problems?’ It sets things into perspective. We should all look at the Moon a bit more often.

One of love's greatest drawbacks is that, for a while at least, it is in danger of making us happy.

Distress at losing an object can be as much a frustration at the intellectual mystery of the disappearance as about the loss itself.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.