The longing for light is the longing for consciousness.
Nothing affects the life of a child so much as the unlived life of its parent
I have gradually learned to be cautious even in disbelief
Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument.
Fortunately, in her kindness and patience, Nature has never put the fatal question as to the meaning of their lives into the mouths of most people. And where no one asks, no one needs to answer.
Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.