Reckless of my mortality, Strengthen me to behold a face, To know the spirit of a beloved oneYet to endure, yet to dare!

Work for your own soul's sake.

To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.

To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.

There is the silence of age, too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it in words intelligible to those who have not lived the great range of life.

The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.

To this generation I would say: Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?

I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea. And the silence of the city when it pauses, And the silence of a man and a maid, And the silence for which music alone finds the word.

The Revolution will be complete when the language is perfect.

I think all of us have a hero and a villain in us.

In the tumult of great events, solitude was what I hoped for. Now it is what I love. How is it possible to be contented with anything else when one has come face to face with history?

There are no rules in filmmaking. Only sins. And the cardinal sin is dullness.

I tried making an album six years ago. It was just horrific. Trust me, it's smashed into smithereens. I paid big money to silence that one.

The more that people know how they fit on a team, the more they will desire to properly make the most of their fit and maximize their contribution.

With my brains and your looks, we could go places.

Reasoning with a child is fine, if you can reach the child's reason without destroying your own.

People ask, 'Are entrepreneurs born, or are they made?' I think it's a combination of both.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.