Fear is a huge thing for older people.

All we can do when we think of kids today is think of more hours of school, earlier age at the computer, and curfews. Who would want to grow up in that world?

Anytime you’re gonna grow, you’re gonna lose something. You’re losing what you’re hanging onto to keep safe. You’re losing habits that you’re comfortable with, you’re losing familiarity.

Love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.

We can't change anything until we get some fresh ideas, until we begin to see things differently.

Sooner or later something seems to call us onto a particular path... this is what I must do, this is what I've got to have. This is who I am.

It's important to ask yourself, How am I useful to others? What do people want from me? That may very well reveal what you are here for.

Just stop for a minute and you'll realize you're happy just being. I think it's the pursuit that screws up happiness. If we drop the pursuit, it's right here.

To see the angel in the malady requires an eye for the invisible, a certain blinding of one eye and an opening of the other to elsewhere.

Psychology, so dedicated to awakening human consciousness, needs to wake itself up to one of the most ancient human truths: we cannot be studied or cured apart from the planet.

Our life is psychological, and the purpose of life is to make psyche of it, to find connections between life and soul.

It is dull, Son of Adam, to drink without eating, " said the Queen presently. "What would you like best to eat?""Turkish Delight, please, your Majesty, " said Edmund.

At night I dream that you and I are two plantsthat grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Meditation is culture.

Pray over every truth; for though the renewed heart is not "desperately wicked," it is quite deceitful enough to become so, if God be forgotten a moment.

When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?

That's the miracle of telling a story in film: You can express something inside someone's mind.

One cannot live on potatoes alone. It is said that one wants bread with potatoes. And when there's no bread, a Jew takes his stick, and goes through the village in search of business.

Bow, bow, ye lower middle classes! Bow, bow, ye tradesmen, bow, ye masses!

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.