The individual has always to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe.

There is always some madness in love.

It is with artworks as it is with wine: it is much better when we do not need either one, when we stick with water, and when out of our own inner fire, the inner sweetness of our own soul, we turn the water over and over again into wine ourselves.

Even the bravest only rarely have courage for what they really know.

When our brain feels too weak to deal with our opponent's objections, our heart answers by casting suspicion on their underlying motives.

Folk music is the original melody of man; it is the musical mirror of the world.

All truth is simple... is that not doubly a lie?