What is an aristocrat? A woman who is never sullied by vulgarity, although she may be surrounded by it.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

I am going to die, but that is of no importance.

There's so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own insignificance when we are surrounded by nature.

In the end, I wonder if the true movement of the world might not be a voice raised in song.

Live, or die: mere consequences of what you have built. What matters is building well. So here we are, I've assigned myself a new obligation. I'm going to stop undoing, deconstructing, I'm going to start building. What matters is what you are doing when you die... I want to be building.

Talent consists not in inventing shapes but in causing those that were invisible to emerge.