„One afternoon, which is ever present in my recollection, I was enjoying a walk with my friend in the city park and reciting poetry. At that age I knew entire books by heart, word for word. One of these was Goethe’s Faust. The sun was just setting and reminded me of a glorious passage:Sie rückt und weicht, der Tag ist überlebt,Dort eilt sie hin und fördert neues Leben.O! daß kein Flügel mich vom Boden hebt,Ihr nach und immer nach zu streben!Ein schöner Traum, indessen sie entweicht.Ach! zu des Geistes Flügeln wird so leichtKein körperlicher Flügel sich gesellen![The glow retreats, done is the day of toil;It yonder hastes, new fields of life exploring;Ah, that no wing can lift me from the soilUpon its track to follow, follow soaring!A glorious dream! though now the glories fade.Alas! the wings that lift the mind no aidOf wings to lift the body can bequeath me.(tr. Bayard Taylor)As I uttered these inspiring words the idea came like a flash of lightning and in an instant the truth was revealed. I drew with a stick on the sand the diagram shown six years later in my address before the American Institute of Electrical Engineers, and my companion understood them perfectly. The images I saw were wonderfully sharp and clear and had the solidity of metal and stone, so much so that I told him, “See my motor here; watch me reverse it.”“

— Nikola Tesla

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„p>One afternoon, which is ever present in my recollection, I was enjoying a walk with my friend in the city park and reciting poetry. At that age I knew entire books by heart, word for word. One of these was Goethe's Faust. The sun was just setting and reminded me of a glorious passage:
— Nikola Tesla
„If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.“
— Emily Dickinson
„It's impossible for me to say one word about all that music has meant to me in my life. How, then, can I hope to be understood?“
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
„Let it be a dream, so be it, but that real life of which you make so much I had meant to extinguish by suicide, and my dream, my dream — oh, it revealed to me a different life, renewed, grand and full of power!“
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
„Then love knew it was called love.And when I lifted my eyes to your name,suddenly your heart showed me my way“
— Pablo Neruda
„The world in books seemed so much more alive to me than anything outside. I could see things I'd never seen before. Books and music were my best friends. I had a couple of good friends at school, but never met anyone I could really speak my heart to.“
— Haruki Murakami
„I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises.Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was,I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat.I was never convinced of what I believed in.I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.Words were my only truth.When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.“
— Fernando Pessoa