Joy always came after pain.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.

When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.

Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

Joy came always after pain.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

Hardship often prepares an ordinary person for an extraordinary destiny.

My main focus is to always try to be myself first, and then, hey, if I wear a cool jacket, that's a bonus.

I don't know if it's a romantic comedy but I'm in the beginning of the first of the season of 'The West Wing.' We shot it last year. I don't know. If anyone asks me to be in one, I'll jump on it.

Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine For me kind nature wakes her genial power, Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower.

The most significant indicator that there is no disaster in Iraq is the fact that there is no exodus.

When we understand our relationship to God, we also understand our relationship to one another.

Maybe you don't need to do this. Maybe this isn't your moment. But if you do feel the pull of the eternal, then you can't stay away from it.

Life is a bit hard sometimes, and sometimes you have to step up and fight fights that you never signed up for.

I don't think God will continue to bless America if we continue to kill 1.2 million children every year.

The thing one reads and likes, and then forgets, is of no account. The thing that stays, and haunts one, and refuses to be forgotten, that is the sincere thing.