We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.

We shall find in our troubled hearts, where discord reigns, two needs which seem at variance, but which merge, as I think, in a common source - the love of the true, and the love of the fabulous.

The true God, the mighty God, is the God of ideas.

Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?

Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?

On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.

Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?

The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds

Only silence is great; all else is weakness.

Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.

History is a novel for which the people is the author.

Arguing with one's self is beneficial.Out of all the million voices in my head screaming for your death, you're lucky I heeded the one that wants to spare you this time.

Hills are terrific for running

We need a different kind of leadership in the White House that understands how to get bureaucracies competent again.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

I suppose because our hearts are made in a certain way we cannot help being what we are.

Don't make your own life your project in your own life: total waste of time.

Chinese central government doesn't need to even lead public opinion: it just selectively stops censorship. In other words, just as censorship is a political tool, so is the absence of censorship.

I would believe myself damned if I robbed God of one atom of His glory. I would believe myself more wicked than Lucifer if I had anything else in view but God.

I never understood a word John Cassavetes said. And I think he did that deliberately.

Look at these poisonous color maps where flesh trees grow from human sacrifices; listen to these sniggering half-heard words of tenderness and doom from lips spotted with decay