Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart.

Young people get the foolish idea that what is new for them must be new for everybody else too. No matter how unconventional they get, they're just repeating what others before them have done.

Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.

The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.

By means of microscopic observation and astronomical projection the lotus flower can become the foundation for an entire theory of the universe and an agent whereby we may perceive Truth.

For an artist to do creative work, he needs at once physical health and some physiomental ill health. He needs both serenity and gloom.

Anything can become excusable when seen from the standpoint of the result

As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.

Man is the carrier of God’s image

To be creative you must set aside both certainty and doubt.

The right vision to a wrong person is like the right seed to wrong soil.

I'm a big advocate of the power of positive thinking, particularly for small businesses.

People are not the best because they work hard. They work hard because they are the best.

The story does what no theorem can quite do. It may not be "like real life" in the superficial sense: but it sets before us an image of what reality may well be like at some more central region.

I am a passport-carrying citizen of the E.U.

Kids want to saute, to cut the pizza, to see how the ingredients come together. If you let them do the fun stuff, they'll develop skills and interests that will stay with them forever.

In Europe, it doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman - we make love with anyone we find attractive.

Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.