Albert Schweitzer Quotes

Humans have both the urge to create and destroy.

I always believe that funny is serious and serious is funny. You don't really need a distinction between them.

Irony is a clear consciousness of an eternal agility, of the infinitely abundant chaos.

What is my loftiest ambition? I've always wanted to throw an egg at an electric fan.

Life is that perfect fine line between ironies.

One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

Really, life is full of contradictions. Life is messy.

It's hard to find logic in things sometimes. That's why I can't analyze things too much, because it often doesn't make much sense.

I've always been drawn to discomfort and that limbo of unease you get between comedy and tragedy. Making people laugh one moment and the next making them feel really uncomfortable.

No sense makes sense.

Life itself is controversy.

I think what human beings need is to be able to laugh at the absurd, hold on to ambiguity, and learn to love nuance, instead of making everything one or the other, and structurally, so much of the Internet and online publishing doesn't have room for any of that.

I'm a walking contradiction. I am funny that way.

When in doubt, make no sense. No sense is good. And nonsense is good.

In any case, I would never make a film that was only one thing. Even if it's my warmest, most romantic film, I still want it to have the more cynical view of things, showing the irony and absurdity of things that we consider normal.

It was a quality of my childhood that everything had these two sides. Even though things could be really beautiful and peaceful one moment, they could also be a bit chaotic or maybe terrifying in another.

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

He had been through a good deal in the course of the Great Quest — he had seen beautiful things and horrible things — but up until now he had not known that one and the same creature can be both, that beauty can be terrifying.

No sense in no sense innocence of what of not and what of delight. In no sense innocence in no sense and what in delight and not, in no sense innocence in no sense no sense what, in no sense and delight, and in no sense and delight and not in no sense and delight and not, no sense in no sense innocence and delight.

In conlusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

I’m torn between the desire to create and the desire to destroy.

The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.

I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain. Power to amuse and horrify. There was in that hand the demonic and the divine at one and the same time. The demonic and the divine were two aspects of the same force. Creation was demonic and divine. Creativity was demonic and divine. I was demonic and divine.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

It is the hallmark of any deep truth that its negation is also a deep truth.