As the moon's fair image quaketh In the raging waves of ocean, Whilst she, in the vault of heaven, Moves with silent peaceful motion.

If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe.

Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.

It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption, too, after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth, to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to it all.

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.

Every man, either to his terror or consolation, has some sense of religion.

The deepest truth blooms only from the deepest love.

Money is the god of our time, and Rothschild is his prophet.

The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.

Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love.

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.

And on cold wintry nights she loves listening to Elvis croon "Are you lonesome tonight?" just as I do.

Family is always a mirror. You can hide from other people, you can even hide from yourself, but your family is going to reflect what you’re doing right back at you.

Friends are relatives you make for yourself.

If you want to die happily learn to live if you would live happily learn to die.

It's interesting that people always want to ask me and a lot of working mothers, how do you do it? And it's like well, just like everybody else. It proves it's a bad question.

When I start working on a new album, I kind of stop listening to a lot of outside stuff just so I can kind of focus.

Do I even think about myself as a woman when I go to make art? Of course not.

Focus first on where you want to be, and why, and then on the right path to get there.

All that lives is striving for happiness; yet a thousand and one pains and fears attend upon every pleasure which man seeks through the ignorance of exclusiveness.

Once, after finishing a picture, I thought I would stop for awhile, take a trip, do things-the next time I thought of this, I found five years had gone by.