If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!

One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.

But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Others send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music.

When we think that the machine will harm man, then it is perhaps because we are not yet capable of judging the rapid changes it has brought about. We hardly feel at home in this landscape of mines and power stations. We have just moved into this new home that we have not even finished yet. Everything around us has changed so fast - personal relations, working conditions, habits. Even our state of mind is in turmoil.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.

Man's progress is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.