You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore

He who wants a rose must respect her thorn.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.

One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.

Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.

I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.

Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.

Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.

Fear of ridicule begets the worst cowardice.

To read a writer is for me not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company.

I do not love men: I love what devours them.

For all I see, humanity is lost. It's devastatingly sad.

The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.

I know my own weaknesses as a human being, and as a musician, as a singer and as a woman.

I was never an actress -- none of us kids at Metro were. We were just good to look at.

I love the work, I love being in front of the camera and working with actors and directors and creating something. For me, it's like learning everyday.

Things that people will say to me, mostly, is that you shouldn't have all these books. It's too expensive.

Nobody wants to experience sad events but people like to listen to sad songs. That's the beauty of music.

Men have said that the cross of Christ was not a heroic thing, but I want to tell you that the cross of Jesus Christ has put more heroism in the souls of men than any other event in human history.

I'm focused on energy only. And I know what I'm talking about. And I don't want to be distracted on other things.

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.