I'm very gullible when it comes to my own words. I believe everything I say, though I know I am a liar.

No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

Once a Buddha, always a Buddha, Sam. Dust off some of your old parables. You have about fifteen minutes.' Sam held out his hand. "Give me some tobacco and a paper.

Why could you not have left me as I was, in the sea of being?""Because the world has need of your humility, your piety, your great teaching and your Machiavellian scheming.

The four points of the compass be logic, knowledge, wisdom and the unknown....To bow before the one is to lose sight of the three.

I'm very gullible when it comes to my own words. I believe everything I say, though I know I'm a liar.

You are a fool to speak of last great battles, Sam, for the last great battle is always the next one.

But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday—those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when we shook the stars loose from the fresh-painted skies!

Siddhartha considered the ways of the demon, and in that moment he struck.

I struggle to listen, to sit, and to study-I would rather play and create art with my brushes and putty.I wish I could focus on things that I know-Like cars, Mars, and playing with dough.

The Arab Spring whose seeds failed to bloom anything other than a chaotic mess that requires only blood to grow has contributed immensely to the rising numbers of these migrants.

When you work with people who misunderstand you, instead of getting transmissions, you get transmutations, and that's much more interesting in the long run.

Sometimes you just know what you're placed on this earth to do.

Afflictions are but the shadows of God's wings.

Crowds are somewhat like the sphinx of ancient fable: It is necessary to arrive at a solution of the problems offered by their psychology or to resign ourselves to being devoured by them.

Foreign languages are another favourite topic, and as these men are bilingual they have a fair notion of what it means to speak and think in many different idioms.

As long as the vice of gluttony has a hold on a man, all that he has done valiantly is forfeited by him: and as long as the belly is unrestrained, all virtue comes to naught.

The enemy isn’t men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no-one has the right to be stupid.

Sometimes you have to make bold choices, creatively. I'm always in favor of that.