In the first World War British propaganda had to invent the stories of German soldiers bayoneting Belgian babies, because there were too few real atrocities to feed the hatred against the enemy.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.

It takes a moment to tell someone you love them, but it takes a lifetime to prove it.

Love isn't something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism. It isn't a feeling, it is a practice.

Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties.

Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is. The most important product of his effort is his own personality.

The lust for power is not rooted in strength but in weakness.

The task we must set for ourselves is not to feel secure, but to be able to tolerate insecurity.

The scars left from the child's defeat in the fight against irrational authority are to be found at the bottom of every neurosis.

To love somebody is not just a strong feeling - it is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise.

In the end, what matters is this: I survived.

Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.

Until you prevail with God, you cannot prevail with men; your victory has to be spiritual first, before it is physical.

Our constancy, same might call it our madness, was necessary to wear down the oppressive forces of the old democracy which, in Spain, was a hundred years behind the times.

Living in England was wonderfully civil and easy-going.

You didn't have to say it was gone. It was gone before it got outta here. It was going that fast.

I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

I was up watching Meet Joe Black at four AM. I was hoping Brad Pitt would die, and he was still alive at seven forty in the morning! I actually felt sorry for once, for critics.

O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.