Man's first and greatest victory must be won against the gods.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.

One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.

A straight path never leads anywhere except to the objective.

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

We should enjoy this summer, flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one we’ll see.

Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.

Complete possession is proved only by giving. All you are unable to give possesses you.

The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.

True intelligence very readily conceives of an intelligence superior to its own; and this is why truly intelligent men are modest.

If you're good, you'll be recognized. Because people, even if they're prejudiced, are going to want the best. You just have to make being the best your goal in life.

I like a good murder that can't be found out. That is, of course it is very shocking, but I like to hear about it.

No one can take the power within you.

When you get billions in aid and your weapons resupplied and your ammunition stock resupplied, you don't learn the lesson that war is bad and nobody wins.

Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train.

Initial response illustrates a great deal about someone's personal philosophy.

I don't care what people say about me.

Journalists are getting big stories wrong, over and over again.

If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this.

That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.