There is something dark and wintry about the atmosphere of the later Middle Ages.

The stability and peace which seemed to be so firmly established by the brilliant monarchy of Francis I vanished with the terrible outbreak of the Wars of Religion.

Perhaps of all the creations of man language is the most astonishing.

It is probably always disastrous not to be a poet.

Human beings are too important to be treated as mere symptoms of the past. They have a value which is independent of any temporal process──which is eternal, and must be felt for its own sake.

Ignorance is the first requisite of the historian - ignorance, which simplifies and clarifies, which selects and omits, with a placid perfection unattainable by the highest art.

Perhaps the best test of a man's intelligence is his capacity for making a summary.

Englishmen have always loved Moliere.

Discretion is not the better part of biography.

The genius of the French language, descended from its single Latin stock, has triumphed most in the contrary direction - in simplicity, in unity, in clarity, and in restraint.

The history of the Victorian Age will never be written: we know too much about it.

What ever you say or do, are reflections of what is in your heart.

Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because the moment simply is.

Only sweet people with good virtues can go to fairyland. Those who treat others meanly and without respect can never go there.

I am a Soul sharing the Purity and Gift of my Soul - with the Souls of Others.

It's a collaborative art form where we can both learn something from the other. That's what you want from the relationship with a director.

The best theology is probably no theology; just love one another.

The makeup person said oh my God what happened to you? I looked like I was in a car accident.

Always engage yourself positively with situations.

Open borders and the never-ending parade of illegal immigrants does nothing to build the national economy or the American culture.

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?