The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.
Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'
What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?
The real leader has no need to lead - he is content to point the way.
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.
The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.
The only thing we never get enough of is love and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of an horizon.
Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything except his own nature.
In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance.
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.
The waking mind is the least serviceable in the arts.
We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.
If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having.
Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.
I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
Sin, guilt, neurosis they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge.
Music is a beautiful opiate, if you don't take it too seriously.