The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

The air of the New World seems favorable to the art of declamation.

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

I don't like work... but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - which no other man can ever know.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness

If you don't make mistakes, you don't make anything .

There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience.

The imagination is always the best torturer.

Your true potential in life will always be greater than your biggest goals and dreams.

All right everyone, line up alphabetically according to your height.

Medicine was certainly intended to be a career. I wanted to become a psychiatrist, an adolescent ambition which, of course, is fulfilled by many psychiatrists.

Every day you reinvent yourself. You’re always in motion. But you decide every day: forward or backward.

In the action of no-action (wu-wei), a cardinal aspect of the true creative process is set forth. In wu-wei, the mind is silenced and the work is allowed to express itself.

Organized crime constitutes nothing less than a guerilla war against society.

Everybody wants to be good, but not many are prepared to make the sacrifices it takes to be great.

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.