I think are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been. -William Golding

I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.

The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.

I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

There is no fate which cannot be surmounted by scorn.

Let him who would enjoy a good future waste none of his present.

I like that you let yourself be surprised

I love home cooking, and I'm not a great one for fast food.

When you see what some women marry, you realize how they must hate to work for a living.

There are no happy endings, only breaks in the regular action.

To have peace and love in marriage is a gift which is next to the knowledge of the Gospel.

This is what everybody's forgetting about [Barak] Obama and his immigration law and his executive action and his amnesty on it, the Supreme Court decision. Immigration law is settled.

My chosen occupation isn’t necessarily movie star; I see my chosen occupation as actor.

Mr. Bucchino occupies a special niche. His flowing, finely made piano ballads describe an urban single life in which relationships come and go... with high expectations, high anxiety and open hearts.