Nothing so bolsters our self-confidence and reconciles us with ourselves as the continuous ability to create; to see things grow and develop under our hand, day in, day out.

To a man utterly without a sense of belonging, mere life is all that matters. It is the only reality in an eternity of nothingness, and he clings to it with shameless despair.

Nothing comes easily. My work smells of sweat.

There is a totalitarian regime inside every one of us. We are ruled by a ruthless politburo which sets our norms and drives us from one five-year plan to another. The autonomous individual who has to justify his existence by his own efforts is in eternal bondage to himself.

The wise learn from the experience of others, and the creative know how to make a crumb of experience go a long way.

A man's worth is what he is divided by what he thinks he is.

A great man's greatest good luck is to die at the right time.