He knelt by the bed and bent over her, draining their last moment to its lees; and in the silence there passed between them the word which made all clear.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.

The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

Ah, the bliss of Mahotsava!What joy it brings to every heart!What a rare and precious chanceTo share all knowledge with the wise, And bless and love all peoples of the Earth!”—Book of Secrets I, 1

I think I can say with confidence that it’s a lot funnier if you haven’t actually been attacked by a shark.

It’s hard to hear the gentle whisper of the Spirit amid the noise of Christendom.

Those in possession of absolute power can not only prophesy and make their prophecies come true, but they can also lie and make their lies come true.

This moment there is all that will ever be or has ever been. All the events of all of our lives are going-on simultaneously. There is no beginning and there is no ending. There's only this moment.

I went to Broadway and I've been doing some fun guest spots with 'Entourage' and 'Glee' and I'm ready to have my own show.

I did go through a Goth thing, but that was a long time ago. I just like artists that shake it up, that piss people off or make people think or rattle the cage somehow.

I'm absolutely, 100 percent, not guilty.

What was once easy became confused and hard, which brings us back to the mystic question, who is God?

Oh my gosh,Nick. You're not wearing a shirt! This must be one of those exciting days ending in Y.