By thinking of things you could understand them.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

What was after the universe?Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

There is only one possible road you can take, ' he said, 'and that is t go by way of your imagination.

Maybe you had to leave in order to miss a place

Humans are allergic to change. They love to say, 'We've always done it this way.' I try to fight that. That's why I have a clock on my wall that runs counter-clockwise.

And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!

It's not like I'm this glamour diva who hands everything over and I just sit on my throne at home.

Pain seems to be easier, or melancholy seems to be easier to portray in a character. I don't know if that's because I'm a human being or because I'm an Irishman or both.

Could it ever be explained, how matter becomes conscious?

Germany expected that at the most a day or so would see Belgian resistance broken and the dash on Paris begun. It was not safe to start such a forward rush with Belgium unconquered.

[Patrick Leonard] is such a magnificent composer. I don't think there is anybody working today with those kind of skills that could translate one of my tunes into that really beautiful chamber music.

Laughter opens your heart and soothes your soul. No one should ever take life so seriously that they forget to laugh at themselves.