In catalepsy and a dead trance, I studiously held the quick of my nature.

Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

Happiness is the cure—a cheerful mind the preventive: cultivate both.

Where the bodily presence is weak and the speech contemptible, surely there cannot be error in making written language the medium of better utterance than faltering lips can achieve?

. . . if there was a hope of comfort for any moment, the heart or head of no human being in this house could yield it . . .

This little man was of the order of beings who must not be opposed, unless you possessed an all-dominant force sufficient to crush him at once.

I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.

The world, I soon learned, held a different estimate: and I make no doubt, the world is very right in its view, yet believe also that I am not quite wrong in mine.

Unfeeling thing that I was, the sensibilities of the maternal heart were Greek and Hebrew to me.

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

I don't know what is better than the work that is given to the actor - to teach the human heart the knowledge of itself.

Science is not a game in which arbitrary rules are used to decide what explanations are to be permitted.

The day I made that statement, about the inventing the internet, I was tired because I'd been up all night inventing the Camcorder.

May your character not be a writing upon the sand, but an inscription upon the rock!

Dumping you times infinity. Still not enough.

In an ideal world, I'd love to work on something that is on par with 'Lost' or better than 'Lost.

When human beings stop progressing at an endeavor, they stop enjoying it and move on to something else. Not golfers. Masochists, all of them.

I remember as a kid not ever wanting to have friends around to my house because it was, for want of a better description, disheveled.

I have a theory... Theatre actors are better at auditions than film actors.