One frequently hears that there are not enough places for people to go. But where do we not go? We are too many and tread too heavily. (Perhaps the world is to blame for being too small.)

Life is beautiful mess...and I am tangled...though I am the spider but a stupid one. Cheap I am by name, views and actions.

Our lust for earthly and material things marks the Genesis of our destruction.

I didn't start out writing to give children hope, but I'm glad some of them found it.

People do not read, by and large. They watch television.

We don't want to give a business that is not going to come through the troubled waters a loan that they can't pay back.

It seems to me that we become more dear one to the other, in together admiring works of art, which speak to the soul by their true grandeur.

He does not care for flowers. Calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.

When the mind is calm, how quickly, how smoothly, how beautifully you will perceive everything.

I think after everything in the whole process of filmmaking, temp scores are great if you use them for what they're good for, if you use them for that early stage of support for things.

If people don't want to come to the ballpark, how are you going to stop them?