How good is God! How sweet his yoke!

There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.

A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.

Extreme justice is often injustice.

Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.

Sun, I come to see you for the last time.

The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.

All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.

If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.

A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.

And life goes on like this, an uncomplete poem.

The so-called miracle of birth is nature getting her own way.

I've actually always been fussy about the work I do.

When I did small films like Lily and Buenos Vista, everyone thought my career would be ruined.

I love jazz and pop rock and country. I grew up listening to Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Def Leppard, AC/DC, Anne Murray - if I hear something really great I want to be a part of it.

I feel that I am entitled to trample all other considerations into the dirt in my pursuit of a satisfying pun.

God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.

You see, a document has use, whereas art is really useless. Therefore art is never a document, although it can adopt that style.