What was after the universe?Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

By thinking of things you could understand them.

Success is living life with all of its songs and melodies, triumphs and tragedies.

No matter where you are involved with, your increase must have a purpose

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!

Baseball has undergone and absorbed a whole set of dislocations.

Growing old on screen is not for the faint of heart.

I reverence the individual who understands distinctly what he wishes; who unweariedly advances, who knows the means conducive to his object, and can seize and use them.

With more money brings more fear and when you're trying to be creative in a fear-based environment it's dangerous. Then decisions are made out of fear, not what's best for the film.

I value unity because I believe we learn truth from each other in this process.

Inside every man there is a poet who died young.

The most baleful mischiefs may be expected from the unmanly conduct of not daring to face truth because it is unpleasing.