The Universe, wrought for us by a supremely good and orderly Creator.

To know that we know what we know, and to know that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge.

Every light has its shadow, and every shadow hath a succeeding morning.

Of all things visible, the highest is the heaven of the fixed stars.

For I am not so enamoured of my own opinions that I disregard what others may think of them.

Nations are not ruined by one act of violence, but gradually and in an almost imperceptible manner by the depreciation of their circulating currency, through its excessive quantity.

Finally we shall place the Sun himself at the center of the Universe.

Those things which I am saying now may be obscure, yet they will be made clearer in their proper place.

The massive bulk of the earth does indeed shrink to insignificance in comparison with the size of the heavens.

Mathematics is written for mathematicians.

I am aware that a philosopher's ideas are not subject to the judgment of ordinary persons, because it is his endeavour to seek the truth in all things, to the extent permitted to human reason by God.

The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.

The unspoken feeling that engulfs you and smolders you more and more each day.....love!

We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger.

I've done a lot of things I cringe when I watch and some things I'm proud of... Movies are strange. You have to be a little bit lucky with them.

A picture should be a re-creation of an event rather than an illustration of an object; but there is no tension in the picture unless there is a struggle with the object.

When I was younger, I always did movies that teenagers would watch, not adults. I did 'Crazy/Beautiful' or comedies like 'Bring It On.'

We in America can compete successfully with anyone in the world, and we're going to.

You don't want to influence the same system you are trying to forecast.

I am a very impatient director.

The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.