Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.

The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.

God’s first creature, which was light.

What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it’s a drag? But you see, that’s what people do.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

Motives reveal why we do what we do, which is actually more important to God than what we’re doing.

If it is surely the means to the highest end we know, can any work be humble or disgusting? Will it not rather be elevating as a ladder, the means by which we are translated?

A man may be so much of everything that he is nothing of anything.

I think life on Earth must be about more than just solving problems… It’s got to be something inspiring, even if it is vicarious.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.

Like the experience of warfare, the endurance of grave or terminal illness involves long periods of tedium and anxiety, punctuated by briefer interludes of stark terror and pain.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

Any time we are misused or used for a purpose other than what God intended us for, it’s damaging.

Nearly everything you do is of no importance, but it is important that you do it.

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God’s creation.

Are you bored with life? Then throw yourself into some work you believe in with all your heart, live for it, die for it, and you will find happiness that you had thought could never be yours.

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

God sent me on earth. He send me to do something, and nobody can stop me. If God want to stop me, then I stop. Man never can.

What was God doing before the divine creation?

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.

To be in any way a positive contribution, that’s all anybody wants to be. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. I wanted to be an artist, be a mother. You want to feel that in your life you’ve been of use, in whatever way that comes out.

What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.

If an eloquent speaker speak not the truth, is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it’s there complete in the mind, if only at the back.

We don’t get a chance to do that many things, and every one should be really excellent. Because this is our life. Life is brief, and then you die, you know? So this is what we’ve chosen to do with our life.

God created man, but I could do better.

Singleness of purpose is one of the chief essentials for success in life, no matter what may be one’s aim.

Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.

If it wasn’t for the fun and money, I really don’t know why I’d bother.

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‚I used everything you gave me‘.

My interest in creating anything is that it be useful.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.

What is my life if I am no longer useful to others.

Any idea, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought.

Find out who you are. And do it on purpose.

My purpose is to make exciting music, and I feel like I’ll be doing that for the rest of my life, so there’s no pressure.

The usual approach of science of constructing a mathematical model cannot answer the questions of why there should be a universe for the model to describe. Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?

God in the beginning formed matter in solid, massy, hard, impenetrable, movable particles, of such sizes and figures, and with such other properties, and in such proportion to space, as most conduced to the end for which he formed them.

There’s place and means for every man alive.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

I never had to choose a subject – my subject rather chose me.

A subject for a great poet would be God’s boredom after the seventh day of creation.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.

Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.

He too serves a certain purpose who only stands and cheers.

Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.

The fact is, violence is not only not a beautiful thing, but it’s also very painful and not without consequences for the perpetrator as well as the victim.

The things that transfixed you as a child, that you found most exciting was not a passing fancy, but a message about what you’re supposed to do.

Creative output, you know, is just pain. I’m going to be cliche for a minute and say that great art comes from pain.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

In writing, I apply my feminine side and respect the mystery involved in creation.

To have done anything just for money is to have been truly idle.

Without deep reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.

My measure of success is whether I’m fulfilling my mission.