To me, the explanation of life seems to be its melody, its pattern. And I feel in life such an infinite, truly inconceivable fantasy.

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.

You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.

I don't believe in evil; I believe only in horror. In nature there is no evil, only an abundance of horror: the plagues and the blights and the ants and the maggots.

There is something about safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows and feel as if you had drunk half a bottle of champagne — bubbling over with heartfelt gratitude for being alive.

There are many ways to the recognition of truth, and Burgundy is one of them.

A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.

Coffee, according to the women of Denmark, is to the body what the Word of the Lord is to the soul.

What is it which is bought dearly, offered for nothing, and then most often refused?--Experience, old people's experience.

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

Be not afraid of absurdity; do not shrink from the fantastic. Within a dilemma, choose the most unheard-of, the most dangerous solution. Be brave, be brave.

I think a lot of people are afraid the truth is in conflict with God. And are unable to let go and let the truth of the world.

Superficial goals lead to superficial results

My mom was amazing. She believed in me and we were best friends.

The man who does not work for the love of work but only for money is not likely to make money nor find much fun in life.

Nothing we learn about the universe threatens our faith. It only enriches it.

The decisions I made are done. And history will judge whether or not they were correct. There's no such thing as accurate short-term history.

I think having wild, huge hair, is me being my own version of a lioness.

Who will not suffer labor in this world, let him not be born.

Sensuality without love is a sin; love without sensuality is worse than a sin.

We beg one hour of death, that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with wither'd arms, may bear My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.