Our dreams are a second life.

İstanbul is a magical seal which unites Europe and Asia since the ancient times. Without a doubt, Istanbul is certainly the most beautiful place of the world.

The first man who compared woman to a rose was a poet; the second, an imbecile.

Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.

I have always differentiated between two types of friends; those who want proofs of friendship, and those who do not. One kind loves me for myself and the others for themselves.

Nothing is indifferent, nothing is powerless in the universe; an atom might destroy everything, an atom might save everything!

The key to success is simple. Make people dream.

When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream, between the mind's disorder and the return to cool reflection, it is in religious thought that we should seek consolation.

The enthusiasm of old men is singularly like that of infancy.

The tree of knowledge is not the tree of life! And yet can we cast out of our spirits all the good or evil poured into them by so many learned generations? Ignorance cannot be learned.

The only refuge left to us was the poet's ivory tower, which we climbed, ever higher, to isolate ourselves from the mob.

Every single good person is a good person for their own sake, not for the sake of humanity, not even for the sake of another human being.

With you, there's always music.

. . .and he has nevergiven up his conviction that if you just try all the doors one of them is bound to be the Door intoSummer. You know, I think he is right.

No one cares what YOU want, they only care about themselves.

You must not think sir to catch old birds with chaff.

Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best.

By the time I had finished my studies at St. Paul's School, I knew I wanted to be an actor.

The only honest and generous thing for me to do is to give people myself. That's all I've got as an artist, so I want to do that in an unflinching way.

The purpose of the world is for youto be lost in it, ultimately. The purpose of the world is for you to suffer, to create the suffering that seems to be what is needed for the awakening to happen.

It requires but a few threads of hope, for the heart that is skilled in the secret, to weave a web of happiness.