The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!

Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The Grace of God is glue.

God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.

We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.

There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.

We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

We fought so long against small things that we became small ourselves.

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

The only living life is in the past and future - the present is an interlude - strange interlude in which we call on past and future to bear witness that we are living.

I will be an artist or nothing!

Live in the now

The GOP's freak out over Donald Trump. Just two months to Iowa, can anyone stop him?

When I refuse to obey an unjust law, I do not contest the right of the majority to command, but I simply appeal from the sovereignty of the people to the sovereignty of mankind.

Institutions do all the things that are supposed to be bad. They impede personal exploration. They enforce conformity. But they often save us from our weaknesses and give meaning to life.

If I want to do the kind of work that I like to act in, I need to open my mind to it.

Not an old woman that buys a paper of pins, without yielding a part of the price to the banks as interest!

The shooting of the movie is the truth part and the editing of the movie is the lying part, the deceit part

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

Whatever a man seeks, honors, or exalts more than God is the god of his idolatry.

But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!