The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.

It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

And all these questions I ask myself. It is not in a spirit of curiosity. I cannot be silent. About myself I need know nothing. Here all is clear. No, all is not clear. But the discourse must go on. So one invents obscurities. Rhetoric.

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.