It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.

At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.

In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

Last year nothing happenedThe year before nothing happenedAnd the year before that nothinghappened.

For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money.

Even if Mary gives birth to a child who is not her husband's, if she has a shining pride, they become a holy mother and child.

Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, a man's got to fake just to stay alive.

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a natural death!

Humanity? Don't be silly. I know. It is knocking down your fellow-men for the sake of your own happiness.

Be strong. Live honorably and with dignity. When you don't think you can, hold on.

God always brings someone into your life that has traveled the same path and knows the rocks you climbed to get to the end of the trail.

Resourceful coaches strive to have more ways to win than the other team.

A fish and a bird may indeed fall in love, but where shall they live?

The only thing that can cause your body to hurt in your energy processing centers, [chakras] is when you are losing Spirit through one of them.

What you have been obliged to discover by yourself leaves a path in your mind which you can use again when the need arises.

Only men to whom the family is sacred will ever have a standard or a status by which to criticize the State. They alone can appeal to something more holy than the gods of the city.

I really want to get the word out to people to register because of course, the more people vote, the more our democracy works.

Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground