Humans are the mystery of the universe.

Foreign to knowledge, mystery to senses, alien to emotion: LOVE.

I'm trapped behind a wall of fear and fear itself.

We feel through our minds, we live through our hearts, and we love through our eyes.

Depression isn't a condition, it's a state of mind.

The world's questions cannot be simply solved with just one equation.

Words are useless. Use your eyes to say a million things.

The only thing that gets in the way of our plans and objectives is fate. It has its own path for you whether it's fair or unjust.

Love is fate that ends in tragedy.

It's pointless to hate anything. Just trick your conscience by pretending you like something and soon enough you will.

Silence is the loudest sound!

Luck is made by the making the right choices at the right timing and place.

So get a few laughs and do the best you can.

Postmodernism surely requires an even greater grasp of symbolism, as it's increasingly an art of gesture alone.

Enthusiasm is contagious. Start an epidemic.

Love had surely made us all and hate would surely make us fall.

Certainly it is one of our sweetest experiences that when we are touched by some noble affection or pure joy, we remember the dead most tenderly, and feel more powerfully drawn to them.

This is motherhood for you,' said my own mother. 'Going through life with your heart outside your body.

Truth is not a matter of argumentation and conviction; it is not the outcome of opinion.

And one of his partners asked Has he vertigo? and the other glanced out and down and said Oh no, only about ten feet more.

The only kind of restaurant I could imagine doing would be the extraordinarily snooty restaurant with three or four tables, and I would cook what I felt like cooking. And you could eat it or not.