The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our own nothingness.

Man knows that the world is not made on a human scale; and he wishes that it were.

To understand what the outside of an aquarium looks like, it's better not to be a fish.

In art, we are the first heirs of all the earth. . . . Accidents impair and Time transforms, but it is we who choose.

And when man faces destiny, destiny ends and man comes into his own.

A break in the established order is never the work of chance. It is the outcome of a man's resolve to turn life to account.

The terrible thing about death is that it transforms life into destiny.