Hell is just a frame of mind.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thouOr any man that breathes on earth.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be.

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper bloodAssure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

Creativity is a flow, an abstract and an imagination.

The poor will will provide you with what they don't have and what you need. The rich will give you what they have and what you want.

He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.

It is impossible for a Parisian to resist the desire to flick through the old volumes laid out by a books

My money's riding on this dark horse, baby My heart is sayin' it's the lucky one And its true color's gonna shine through someday If we let this Let this dark horse run

The question is where are business ethics and morality if one of the parties wants to dishonor a binding contract, just because in retrospect it realizes it could perhaps have got a better price!

The photograph is completely abstracted from life, yet it looks like life. That is what has always excited me about photography.

One of the things that drives Trump's popularity is that he sticks it to these people in the media. And people love seeing that.

Our breath is connected to the air that every being breathes. By breathing consciously, we acknowledge our communion with all of life.