Is it not time to cry that the blind shall see, the deaf hear, the lame walk? But that which fanaticism formerly promised to its elect, science now accomplishes for all men.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

The smooth folds of her dress concealed a tumultuous heart, and her modest lips told nothing of her torment. She was in love.

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

...those works that don't touch the heart, it seems to me, miss the true aim of Art.

Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.

Financial demands, of all the rough winds that blow upon our love, (are) quite the coldest and the most biting.

And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

A person without self-expression is a person without personal freedom.

A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary.

I am really excited and thankful for opportunity to work with Cotto Promotions, Tidal and Roc Nation.

Truth and mercy require the exertion - never the suppression, of man's noble rights and powers.

Just figure out what you think jazz is, and then if it fits into that category, it's jazz, and if it doesn't, it isn't. It's no big deal.

Mystery keeps man alive; it opens his ears, his eyes, and his mind! Find a mystery and try to solve it!

I think that the ordinary bloke has an instinctive sense that it wouldn't be too bad if the weather warmed up.

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

If we achieve satori and the satori shows, like a bit of dogshit stuck to the top of our nose, that is not so good.

It is desirable for Buddhist affairs to help civilian rule.