I acknowledge the Furies. I believe in them. I have heard the disastrous beating of their wings.

Assure a man that he has a soul and then frighten him with old wives' tales as to what is to become of him afterward, and you have hooked a fish, a mental slave.

I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.

Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.

How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.

Let no one underestimate the need of pity. We live in a stony universe whose hard, brilliant forces rage fiercely.

In order to have wisdom we must have ignorance.

Life is made for the strong. There is no mercy in it for the weak– none...Such is the tragedy of desire.

Love is the only thing you can really give in all this world. When you give love, you give everything.

Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.

Our civilization is still in a middle stage, scarcely beast, in that it is no longer wholly guided by instinct; scarcely human, in that it is not yet wholly guided by reason.

The entire teaching of Buddhism can be summed up in this way: Nothing is worth holding on to.

A week ago, he would’ve sank his fangs into her flesh without a second thought. But now? Muriah had lured him into her world, into her reality, not as a god, but as a partner, a man.

Most food you drop is still perfectly edible. If it was in your eyesight the whole time, you can pick it up and eat it.

Create your own realitybecome your own rockstar, find your passion.. .and we will be here every step of the way with you

The Master would insist that the final barrier to our attaining God was the word and concept God.

No part of the human community can live entirely on its own planet, with its own laws of motion and cut off from the rest of humanity.

I've always remembered. This fellow said to me - if you think someones'doing you wrong, it's not for you to judge. Kill them first and then God can do the judging.

The fiction of happiness is propagated by every tongue and confirmed by every look till at last all profess the joy which they do not feel and consent to yield to the general delusion.

If it really made sense to "let the club do the work," you'd just say, "Driver, wedge to the green, one-putt," and walk to the next tee.

I was never a struggling actor, for which I feel very blessed.