There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age. I missed it coming and going.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness.

We cannot get grace from gadgets.

If we openly declare what is wrong with us, what is our deepest need, then perhaps the death and despair will by degrees disappear.

Just because something is told as a story and that story is part legend or myth, or feat of imagination, does not mean there is no truth in it.

You never appreciate your anonymity until you don't have it anymore.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.

A conscious human is driven by their conscience, not popular opinion.

He who can see his own mistake can become absolute supreme Self (Parmatma)!

The major factor that makes a great leader to fail emerge from the decision of people who surround him/her.

It sounded somewhat doom-laden, so I felt obliged to look it up more thoroughly, in case I should eat some chocolate rather quickly.

We want to be able to sell you anything, anywhere, any time you want it.

Debauchery is perhaps an act of despair in the face of infinity.

The more we control our mind, the more our inner peace increases and the happier we become

Moping is an unattractive attribute in a man.

I have done film, television and theatre - all at a pretty substantial level - I don't think it's possible for American actors to do that.

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!