Life asks not merely what you can do it asks how much can you endure and not be spoiled.

Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.

A person wrapped up in himself makes a small package.

Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man in his endowment with personal capacities.

In the foothills of the Himalayas, one hears the prayer: "Oh Lord, we know not what is good for us. You know what it is. For it we pray."

I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.

Life is like a library owned by the author. In it are a few books which he wrote himself, but most of them were written for him.

No life ever grows great until it is focused, dedicated, disciplined.

No virtue is more universally accepted as a test of good character than trustworthiness .

Prayer opens our lives for God so his will can be done in and through us, because in true prayer we habitually put ourselves into the attitude of willingness to do whatever God wills.

It is magnificent to grow old, if one keeps young.

Fraternity among nations, however, touches the deepest desire of human nature.

A house is a machine for living in.

One of the stated goals of the postmodern movement in architecture was a greater sensitivity to the people who live in or use newly designed buildings.

I love doing film soundtracks and working with directors on how they want the scene to be portrayed on audio as opposed to visual. I like the collaborative effort of working with people.

The term accessories has come to include a host of photographic gadgets of questionable value.

I talk to millions of people every day. I just like it when they can't talk back.

In some ways, you're always redefining your craft and figuring it out, but in some ways, I almost feel I'm going back to what I was doing 20 years ago.

Never expect, never presume, always work hard and always be true to who you are.

I'm not defined by where I came from.

The old prose writers wrote as if they were speaking to an audience; while, among us, prose is invariably written for the eye alone.