The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.

I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.

Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.