As our bodies live upon the earth and find sustenance in the fruits which it produces, so our minds feed on the same truths as the intelligible and immutable substance of the divine Word contains.

I love good and pleasure, I hate evil and pain, I want to be happy and I am not mistaken in believing, that people, angels and even demons have those same inclinations.

Attentiveness is the natural prayer of the Soul.

We are made to know and love God.

Just as our eyes need light in order to see, our minds need ideas in order to create.

God transforms, so to speak, this air into words, into various sounds. He makes you understand these various sounds through the modifications by which you are affected.

You cannot of yourself move your arm or alter your position, situation, posture, do to other men good or evil, or effect the least change in the world.

I do not believe there is anything useful which men can know with exactitude that they cannot know by arithmetic and algebra.

Prejudices are not easily got rid of as an old coat which is no longer thought of.

One should assiduously pursue perfection without ever claiming to attain it.

We are rational creatures: Our virtue and perfection is to love reason, or rather to love order.

I think auditioning can be very reductive and I just hate how actors work really hard and most of them aren't going to get the job, and I hate putting them through that.

People living on atolls like Tuvalu are among the world's most threatened populations.

Showing is better than telling.

There is deception. People who think they are enlightened and it's just ego.

Everything here is edible; even I'm edible. But that, dear children, is cannibalism, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.

We'll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs. My only prayer is that you'll realize you'll always be beautiful in my eyes.

Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?

Virtue, vain word, futile shadow, slave of chance! Alas! I believe in thee!

Ugliness does not sell.

Falling short of perfection is a process that just never stops.