... but remember that I shall love your sorrow...

We shall take a star out of the skies and shall set thousands of worlds on fire...

There is no time for fear. It's much too interesting.

... crowding together to see something which would ease the boredom of perfection and time.

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.

She would pause sometimes to listen to the sound of the water as it lightly hit the walls of the fort. This too was music to her ears

No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.

Tripping is embarrassing, but I have learned that where we stumble is the place we dig for gold—where we trip is where the treasure lies.

How foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence.

A shoe that is too large is apt to trip one, and when too small, to pinch the feet. So it is with those whose fortune does not suit them.

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

The same is the case with those opinions of man to which he has been accustomed from his youth; he likes them, defends them, and shuns the opposite views.

If I have to wear a hat as a producer to do that, then I'm willing to do that. An actor's, producer's and director's point-of-view is all the same to me, as long as the story's being told.

I think I'm always drawn to projects that help me understand something about myself.