Whatever a human being makes and makes live, it lives because of the life he puts into it.

Let me be candid, my party is full of racists

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

All artists are constantly looking for something and they don't always know what.

This is my genre...the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.

And it is not necessary to have great things to do. I turn my little omelette in the pan for the love of God.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

To worship God in truth is to recognize Him for being who He is, and to recognize ourselves for what we are.

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

God created people free, but in order to receive true freedom we have to obey God’s rules

I am not fake, I am just to good to be true :-)

Philosophy begins in wonder. And, at the end, when philosophic thought has done its best, the wonder remains.

Where your deep gladness meets with the deep hunger of the world, there you will find a further calling.

Thornes whiten yet doe nothing.

Let's say that you commit a crime, you get caught, you might get sent to prison. It's going to be bad. But if you get caught spying, you're literally hanged the next morning.

I was nearly a teen-ager before I stopped assuming that everyone I met was Jewish.

Never question the beauty of what you are saying because someone reacts with pain, judgment, criticism. It just means they have not heard you.

It is well known that when Thomas A. Eddison was stymied by a problem, he would lie down and take a short nap.

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.