It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
It's extraordinary to look into a baby's face and see a piece of your flesh and your spirit. It makes you realize you are a part of the human race.
I have never been aware before how many faces there are. There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.
The Breath of Life (Spiritual Breathing) is revealing itself to be the driving force at the heart and the cutting edge of this coming leap in human development.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
There are quantities of human faces, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever.
Be like the sun and meadow, which are not in the least concerned about the coming winter.
The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.
I think we're going to the moon because it's in the nature of the human being to face challenges. It's by the nature of his deep inner soul... we're required to do these things just as salmon swim upstream.
The human race has only one really effective weapon and that is laughter.
Finally we shall place the Sun himself at the center of the Universe. All this is suggested by the systematic procession of events and the harmony of the whole Universe, if only we face the facts, as they say, 'with both eyes open'.
The insufferable arrogance of human beings to think that Nature was made solely for their benefit, as if it was conceivable that the sun had been set afire merely to ripen men's apples and head their cabbages.
But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.
Of course God is endlessly multi-dimensional so every religion that exists on earth represents some face, some side of God.
Lies are essential to humanity. They are perhaps as important as the pursuit of pleasure and moreover are dictated by that pursuit.
The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
I can never understand how we have been able to follow these worn-out tracks, which have been laid down by panic in the face of nature.
Mankind has probably done more damage to the Earth in the 20th century than in all of previous human history.
To know that everything we say and do to this new little human being may have a profound effect on him or her is a daunting obligation.
All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart.
Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.
I can find in my undergraduate classes, bright students who do not know that the stars rise and set at night, or even that the Sun is a star.