There is this feeling that I have a destiny far away from the shallow and preposterous posing that is our life.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

You were sick, but now you're well again, and there's work to do.

That’s the secret of artistic unity. Anybody can achieve it, if he or she will make something with only one person in mind.

The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.

If it weren't for the people always getting tangled up with the machinery... Earth would be an engineer's paradise.

It's the emptiest and yet the fullest of all human messages: 'Good-bye.