Impossibilities are merely things of which we have not learned, or which we do not wish to happen.

There's time enough, but none to spare.

Those that set in motion the forces of evil cannot always control them afterwards.

As man sows, so shall he reap. In works of fiction, such men are sometimes converted. More often, in real life, they do not change their natures until they are converted into dust.

Race prejudice is the devil unchained.

We sometimes underestimate the influence of little things

We are all puppets in the hands of fate and seldom see the strings.

I think I must write a book. It has been my cherished dream and I feel an influence that I cannot resist calling me to the task.

Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.

We make our customs lightly; once made, like our sins, they grip us in bands of steel; we become the creatures of our creation.

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

No one knows who they are more than someone who changes their identity (before I became a farmer, I was a leadership coach).

I like to sleep. I like to do nothing. Nothing is my favorite kind of something.

I've spent a lot of time in my life dedicating myself to love or the pursuit of love or the understanding of love... I’ve stopped believing in happy endings. I’ve started believing in good days.

The History of the world is not the theatre of happiness. Periods of happiness are blank pages in it, for they are periods of harmony--periods when the antithesis is in abeyance.

I never fall down. I always fight.

I don’t like to talk to people, because I can’t express myself satisfactorily. I don’t say the things I mean.

In really good acting we should be able to believe that what we hear and see is of our own imagining; it should seem to be to us as a charming dream.

I've often wanted to play the victim, or somebody who makes terrible choices. I would love to play the alcoholic mother who horribly lets down her children. That's a great morally imperiled role.

The poets get a quizzical ahem. They reflect time, I am the very ticking.

The simple fact is that we must not-and we will not-surrender our borders to those who wish to exploit our history of compassion and justice.