The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.

Let me be candid, my party is full of racists

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

All artists are constantly looking for something and they don't always know what.

This is my genre...the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.

And it is not necessary to have great things to do. I turn my little omelette in the pan for the love of God.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

To worship God in truth is to recognize Him for being who He is, and to recognize ourselves for what we are.

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

If you accept life as a competition you will never be completely happy but if you accept life as a journey you will always be happy

She wished him at her side this very moment. If only to turn it all to rights by doing his very best to turn it all to ruin.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile

I may be old-fashioned. But I believe there is such a thing as a search for beauty - a delight in the nice things in the world. And I don't think one should have to apologise for it.

I still love to play chess. So I do not even spend a minute on the possibility to step back.

What five members of the Supreme Court say the law is may be something vastly different from what Congress intended the law to be.

Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, in need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware, keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerned with our surfaces.

A company has only so much money and managerial time. Winning leaders invest where the payback is the highest. They cut their losses everywhere else.

When I was three, I wanted to be four. When I was four, I wanted to be prime minister.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.