Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.

Assure a man that he has a soul and then frighten him with old wives' tales as to what is to become of him afterward, and you have hooked a fish, a mental slave.

I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.

Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.

How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.

Let no one underestimate the need of pity. We live in a stony universe whose hard, brilliant forces rage fiercely.

In order to have wisdom we must have ignorance.

Life is made for the strong. There is no mercy in it for the weak– none...Such is the tragedy of desire.

Love is the only thing you can really give in all this world. When you give love, you give everything.

Our civilization is still in a middle stage, scarcely beast, in that it is no longer wholly guided by instinct; scarcely human, in that it is not yet wholly guided by reason.

The most futile thing in this world is any attempt, perhaps, at exact definition of character. All individuals are a bundle of contradictions - none more so than the most capable.

It is in everyone's interest that every person's creative genius be encouraged and allowed to develop and express.

Facebook is that successful guy you’re supposed to want to date, but you can’t keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak.

When you get a chance to step back, you notice all these great things you've done and all these great people that you've worked with.

It really helps to take a breath and think about what you really want to do out there.

You've got to preach short sermons to catch sinners.

I have a feeling that I'm going to be blamed for everything that's ever happened.

God, freedom, and immortality are untenable in the light of pure reason.

I don't care what people think of me now, so why would I care when I'm dead?

Some perfect wife I am. I've been married four times, divorced four times, have no children, and can't boil an egg.

The hardest part about storytelling is knowing what happens in the end.