The love of all-inclusiveness is as dangerous in philosophy as in art.

The wealthy are always surrounded by hangers-on science and art are as well.

Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.

No great art has ever been made without the artist having known danger.

Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger of having gone through an experience all the way to the end where no one can go any further.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.

Nothing is as dangerous in architecture as dealing with separated problems. If we split life into separated problems we split the possibilities to make good building art.

Married people from my generation are like an endangered species!

I love each and every one of you but like my own family you thrill you frustrate you anger.

Anger becomes limiting restricting. You can't see through it. While anger is there look at that too. But after a while you have to look at something else.

As a system of philosophy it is not like the Tower of Babel so daring its high aim as to seek a shelter against God's anger but it is like a pyramid poised on its apex.

Anger is seldom without argument but seldom with a good one.

I don't have the feeling of being motivated by anger revenge or frustration.

In the heat of our campaigns we have all become accustomed to a little anger and exaggeration. Yet on the whole our political process has served us well.

There is not in nature a thing that makes man so deformed so beastly as doth intemperate anger.

I think that all the anger and cynicism comes from suppressing things that we always wanted.

When anger rushes unrestrained to action like a hot steed it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely.

Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting to make us gnash with our teeth against the devil to make us vehement against him not to set us in array against each other.

Our humor turns our anger into a fine art.

In the final analysis the incident is seen as originating from an emotional expression of the frustration and anger of the proud people of China who had been subject to ever increasing oppression from without and decadent corruption from within.

The anger in the Brigade against those who fought the Republic in the rear was sharpened by reports of weapons even tanks being kept from the front and hidden for treacherous purposes.

It is only with burning anger that we can speak of this attack by counter-revolutionary reactionary elements against the capital of our country against our people's democratic order and the power of the working class.

The poor monkey quietly seated on the ground seemed to be in sore trouble at this display of anger.

For a long time I thought I could deal with my anger and hostility on my own. But I couldn't. I denied that it had affected me and yet I was so frantic on the inside with other people: I needed to be constantly reassured.