Words are not in the power of men; men are in the power of words. Every time we open our mouths, a thousand dead men speak through us.

Let the artist show his world, the beauty that was born with him, that never was before and never will be again.

Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism.

As long as he deceived himself about the truth, he could blame fortune and have confidence in the future. Now the clouds of madness were closing round his mind.

It comforted him because it could not be called suffering if it was a sign of Art.

You go on and on and on. I’ll never get to the end of you.

My reflection followed me mercilessly in mirrors, car doors, shop windows. I lived in a world of circus mirrors, the grotesque distortion of my body looking back at me everywhere.

Millions of people toil in the shadow of the law we make, and much of their livelihood is made possible by the existence of intellectual property rights.

What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding. "Isosceles," Jack quipped.

For example, the vast majority of security break-ins occur as a result of problems with known fixes. With an automated system, you can keep up to date.

If I had my life to live over I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

For me, listening to my breath in between the lines, allows me to be in deep connection to my spirit.

What means this glory round our feet, The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!" And voices chanted clear and sweet, "To-day the Prince of Peace is born.

I think Congress has spent enough time on ethics. I think it's time they moved on to something else.