Other famous men, those of much talk and few deeds, soon evaporate. Action is the dignity of greatness.

To educate is to give man the keys to the world, which are independence and love, and to give him strength to journey on his own, light of step, a spontaneous and free being.

People can only be free if they are truly educated.

Liberty is the right of every man to be honest, to think and to speak without hypocrisy.

Everything that divides men, everything that separates or herds men together in categories, is a sin against humanity.

To change masters is not to be free.

Men are like the stars; some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.

To busy oneself with what is futile when one can do something useful, to attend to what is simple when one has the mettle to attempt what is difficult, is to strip talent of its dignity.

In a time of crisis, the peoples of the world must rush to get to know each other.

Amor cuerdo, no es amor. (Sane love, is not love)

Rights are to be taken, not requested; seized, not begged for.

Art is a place where tragedy meets beauty. An artist is someone who creates the most beautiful things of his life when his soul starts bleeding.

Everyone encounters trials and tribulations, No choices, so face it! Live with it! Fight for it!

Complaining is the qualifying trait of the Weak, to be disqualified by the Wise in every sense.

I could read at a very early age and I loved stories, losing myself in stories, novels.

The thing I respond to the most is just great writing, interesting characters. I like to think that there is something fun about playing a character that has a lot of authority in her own life.

I'm sure that Donald Trump's praise would lead to good relations with Vladimir Putin. But I think that's not what the American people expect from our foreign policy.

The Ten Commandments are for lame brains. The first five are solely for the benefit of the priests and the powers that be; the second five are half truths, neither complete nor adequate.

The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream