Wherever you go in the next catastrophéBe it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ryDo not fear that your stay will besolit’ryCountless souls share your fate, you’ll have company!

Be there a picnic for the devil, an orgy for the satyr, and a wedding for the bride.

As exciting, difficult, and memorable as our past can be, there comes a time when we have to get on with living.

There is a fine line between paranoia and sensibly caring for our already overburdened bodies.

I found out why cats drink out of the toilet. My mother told me it's because it's cold in there. And I'm like: How did my mother know that?

I don't ask employers, for example, to like blacks or Jews or native people; I ask employers to hire the qualified members of thesegroups whether they likethem or not.

I am definitely not like the hottest young actress, the most beautiful or whatever. I have my own thing going.

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.

I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship.

My right eye itches, some good luck is near.

Be convinced that, if man were able to reach the end without preparatory studies, such studies would not be preparatory but tiresome and utterly superfluous.

I don't know who St. Valentine was, but I hope he died alone, surrounded by couples.