Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. Art does not exist for art's sake: it exists for people's sake.

Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time.

Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty.

Perhaps this was one of the tragedies life plots for us: it is our destiny to become in old age what in youth we would have most despised.

If you turned your back on irony, it curdled into sarcasm. And what good was it then? Sarcasm was irony which had lost its soul.

Life always refused simplicity.

To me, a lot of what makes a good actor is not what a teacher tells you to do but how you respond when you're on your own.

Somehow it all got too out of hand, too complicated for a simple man. Don't want to have to pick and choose, hey, look at all these things I'll never use.

Man may be defined as the animal that can say ''I,'' that can be aware of himself as a separate entity.

Ever heard of the phrase 'midlife crisis'?

You risk becoming a parody of yourself by not innovating.

I certainly believe you can write a narrative lyric or a lyrical narrative - why not a nyric or a larrative?

Like the early days of the Internet, the dawn of personal genomics promises benefits and pitfalls that no one can foresee.

I do feel like at the end of anger I have to have something that grounds it.

Know that success and inner peace are your birthright, that you are a child of God and as such that you're entitled to a life filled with joy, love and happiness.