Order is repetition of units. Chaos is multiplicity without rhythm.

Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.

Are you really sure that a floor can't also be a ceiling?

I never got a pass mark in math ... Just imagine - mathematicians now use my prints to illustrate their books.

Science and art sometimes can touch one another, like two pieces of the jigsaw puzzle which is our human life, and that contact may be made across the boderline between the two respective domains.

My work is a game, a very serious game.

Hands, are the most honest part of the human body, they cannot lie as laughing eyes and the mouth can.

We adore chaos because we love to produce order.

It is human nature to want to exchange ideas, and I believe that, at bottom, every artist wants no more than to tell the world what he has to say.

I can't keep from fooling around with our irrefutable certainties. It is, for example, a pleasure knowingly to mix up two and three dimensionalities, flat and spatial, and to make fun of gravity.

So let us then try to climb the mountain, not by stepping on what is below us, but to pull us up at what is above us, for my part at the stars; amen.

May find hope you every hardship.

A well-established village in New England or the northern Middle-West could afford a town drunkard a town atheist and a few Democrats.

I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.

The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.

We have jobs that are in the pipeline, and I deal with all the executives, the big ones and the small ones. I have really gotten to know America.

I'm 27. I feel like I get it. I'm OK with being sexy if I feel like it. Some days I'm brainy, some days I'm funny, some days I'm sexy, and sometimes, I just want to dance.

I don't believe in saturation. We're thinking and talking worldwide.

The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far between.

I am like the perfect horror movie viewer because I do not get scared very easily.

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.