It's because...you see, if we had souls, which we haven't, and if our souls met--yours and mine--they'd fight to the death. But after they had torn each other to pieces, to the very bottom, they'd see that they had the same root.

The desire not to be anything is the desire not to be.

Any work is creative work if done by a thinking mind.

In order to fight any issue, it is necessary to fight for something, not merely against something.

The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.

A house can have integrity, just like a person.

Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone's work prove greater than their own - they have no inkling of the loneliness that comes when you reach the top. The loneliness for an equal - for a mind to respect and an achievement to admire.