The one who says he doesn't understand anything about art, doesn't know himself.

A state that does not educate and train women is like a man who only trains his right arm.

A hydrogen atom in a cell at the end of my nose was once part of an elephant's trunk. A carbon atom in my cardiac muscle was once in the tail of a dinosaur.

How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.

The most subversive people are those who ask questions.

An answer is always on the stretch of road that is behind you. Only a question can point the way forward.

The question of whether a thing is right or wrong, good or bad, must always be considered in relation to a persons needs.

Wasn’t it extraordinary to be in the world right now, wandering around in a wonderful adventure!

Since the Renaissance, people have had to get used to living their life on a random planet in the vast galaxy.

We are thrown together with a sprinkling of stardust.

Athens is like a sluggish horse, and I am the gadfly trying to sting it into life.

A fellow has to believe in something, Jay-such as the rottenness of humanity.

Our ability to reach unity in diversity will be the beauty and the test of our civilisation.

Failure's not a bad thing. It builds character. It makes you stronger.

I play a little guitar, write a few tunes, make a few movies, but none of that's really me. The real me is something else.

I've got the best deal on Earth. Where else can I sin and know that I'm forgiven for it?

I'm naturally lean and I'm constantly walking.

You get rid of the fear of death by understanding that it is an integral fact of our existence. You do that through will and reason.

It took me a long time to get used to the reality that my grandmother had passed away. Wherever I was, in the house, in the garden, out on the fields, her face always appeared so clearly to me.

Be brave as your fathers before you. Have faith and go forward.

But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.