Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.

Where are we really going? Always home.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer.

Every disease is a musical problem; every cure is a musical solution.

The artist stands on the human being as a statue does on a pedestal.

We are close to waking when we dream that we are dreaming.