Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

Success is never so interesting as struggle

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope or an emperor.

It takes a great deal of experience to become natural.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

Surely no one would ever use such a weapon against a city.""There are no limits in war, " Volger said, still staring out the window.

ART happens every time we live in the spirit of the moment’s greatness" from Cinderella in Focus

Life is amazing beautiful when your vision flows through your heart before your eyes.

The meek shall inherit the Earth, but not its mineral rights.

When you sketch a shoe but don't have the intention to do a proper shoe, it remains a curvy sketch with no detail. The shoe completely morphs to the body.

Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.

You can never guess or assume what anyone is going to think.

...And in freedom, most people find sin.

It doesn't have to be the same line that we have had for the last 40 years, because that clearly isn't working on any level. But you have got to have a pretty clear line on this crucial issue.

The saddest part of a broken heart Isn't the ending so much as the start The tragedy starts from the very first spark Losing your mind for the sake of your heart