It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

A good novel is worth more then the best scientific study.

With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything.

Art -- the fresh feeling, new harmony, the transforming magic which by means of myth brings back the scattered distracted soul from its modern chaos -- art, not politics, is the remedy.

Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.

I pretended not to understand. One of life's hardest jobs, to make a quick understanding slow. I think I succeeded, thought Herzog.