Obesity is a mental state, a disease brought on by boredom and disappointment.

Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.

Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.

Two weeks before his death, a friend asked him half jokingly if he had discovered any meaning in life. "Yes," he replied, "there is a meaning; at least, for me, there is one thing that matters - to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people."

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?