(Marlowe's) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a 'place' invented by men.

To be, or not to be: what a question!

... the lofty mind of man can be imprisoned by the artifices of its own making.

Thus, Marlowe posed the silent question: could aspiring Icarus be happy with a toilsome life on land managing a plough with plodding oxen having once tasted the weightless bliss of flight?

Habits are the determinant of who will be rich or be poor.

Embracing failure is the stepping stone to success

My favorite time to dance is at, like, wedding receptions, when it's all ages and everyone seems to be having fun.

I'm not the kind of actor who goes into exhaustive research for each role.

This fond reiteration of the oldest expressions of truth by the latest posterity, content with slightly and religiously retouchingthe old material, is the most impressive proof of a common humanity.

There are no limitations, just dreams to be fulfilled.

I think it's really special to be a part of something that people are still watching or thinking about or interested in, or remember fondly many years later. I don't think it's annoying at all.

When you go to the grocery store, you find that the cheapest calories are the ones that are going to make you the fattest - the added sugars and fats in processed foods.

All travelers to wild places will have felt some version of this, a brief blazing perception of the world's disinterest. In small measures it exhilarates. But in full form it annihilates.