Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.

Innate in nearly every artistic nature is a wanton, treacherous penchant for accepting injustice when it creates beauty and showing sympathy for and paying homage to aristocratic privilege.

He took in the squeaky music, the vulgar and pining melodies, because passion immobilizes good taste and seriously considers what soberly would be thought of as funny and to be resented.

Forbearance in the face of fate, beauty constant under torture, are not merely passive. They are a positive achievement, an explicit triumph.

It’ll never be too late to start to make use of the time you still have left

You only live once. Maybe twice.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.

That is the way of youth and life in general: that we do not understand the strategy until after the campaign is over.

Your face tells a story and it shouldn't be a story about your drive to the doctor's office.

Under ideal conditions, the barrister and the bhangi (sweeper) should both get the same payment.

The Passion of Christ is the greatest and most stupendous work of Divine Love. The greatest and most overwhelming work of God's love.

I've waited almost 10 months for this revenge, I know I deserve it.

I have stopped sleeping inside. A house is too small, too confining. I want the whole world, and the stars too.

Objectivity consists in understanding that the only one who never makes a mistake is the one who never does anything.