They are universal places, like churches, hallowed meeting places of all mankind.

It is not enough that I succeed, everyone else must fail.

Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound blasted into the room. The floor began shaking beneath her feet. She paused for a moment, wondering if she was causing this.

Only when you explore the ecstasy of simply being, where even to breathe is a distraction, can you call yourself complete.

I firmly believe that if the whole materia medica as now used could be sunk to the bottom of the sea it would be all the better for mankind and all the worse for the fishes.

Becoming a dad means you have to be a role model for your son and be someone he can look up to.

I like other people's music.

I like irrational things. I like scenarios where I can think, 'It would be great if at this point we could do x.' And there doesn't have to be a reason for 'x'.

The first object of the painter is to make a flat plane appear as a body in relief and projecting from that plane

We've got to see a state where the Afghan government can handle its own day-to-day security.

A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.

It is not for nothing that artists have called their works the children of their brains and likened the pains of production to the pains of childbirth.