To be, or not to be: what a question!

... the lofty mind of man can be imprisoned by the artifices of its own making.

(Marlowe's) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a 'place' invented by men.

Thus, Marlowe posed the silent question: could aspiring Icarus be happy with a toilsome life on land managing a plough with plodding oxen having once tasted the weightless bliss of flight?

The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go.

But now books and men had gone their separate ways. Who has the patience for a book? Only a book.

We all have the potential to climb to greater heights through the infinite powers of dreams and actions.

One hundred years from now, we'll all be dead. It's hard to believe. One hundred years from now, everyone we see every day will be gone.

I feel that I have done everything, absolutely everything wrong, but perhaps something nice will happen anyway.

All things considered, there is only Matisse.

When you describe passion at any age, passion is derived from everything, from the people you work with to enjoying the last four years.

As a matter of a fact, though, I've never actually played a video game where I've played as myself.

We're all confused, Samantha. We all need more time to think. That's life. Get over it.

When two parties make a compact, there results to each a power of compelling the other to execute it.