In mathematics, you don't understand things. You just get used to them.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
In dreams, you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions.
The future of gas lies in its ability to adapt, not just in its current dominance.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.