Passions are less mischievous than boredom for passions tend to diminish and boredom increase.

For in Paris, whenever God puts a pretty woman there (the streets), the Devil, in reply, immediately puts a fool to keep her.

We priests are the surgeons of souls, and it is our duty to deliver them of shameful secrets they would fain conceal, with hands careful to neither wound no pollute.

Yet, whether to the glory or to the shame of human nature, in what we call pleasure (with an excess of scorn, perhaps) there are abysses as deep as those of love.

They had...finished their lives before their death – which is not always the end of life and often comes long before the end.

In Paris, where raillery is so quick to throw emotion out the window, silence, in a roomful of clever people after a story, is the most flattering of all marks of success

The Devil teaches women what they are – or they would teach it to the Devil if he did not know.

Beauty is single. Only ugliness is multiple, and even then its multiplicity is soon exhausted.

(it was) beautiful, like so many senseless things.

Men are all the same. Novelty amongst themselves displeases and upsets them – but if the novelty is wearing a skirt, they go crazy f

He was terrified by the sublime horror of it, for intensity of feeling, carried to this degree, is sublime. ("A Woman's Vengeance")

The King once said to me, 'Harold, you stand above all other men.' I said, 'No, Sire. I want nothing more than to stand shoulder to shoulder with my men. I am nothing without them.

The rain that falls wherever it pleases. I want to be that rain.

God's grace is all we need.

In a few years, it is very likely that this series will be considered a milestone in the history of Singapore photography.

Whenever science makes a discovery the devil grabs it while the angels are debating the best way to use it.

My family took me to church when I was like 4 years old, and I had to be in a pageant, and I was playing Jesus.

A lot of directors idealize their leading ladies or turn them into these objects of sexuality and beauty.

My creative life is a constant struggle to achieve a balance between letting things flow in and letting things flow out.

The world is impermanent. One should constantly remember death.

Within each of us lies the power of our consent to health and sickness, to riches and poverty, to freedom and to slavery. It is we who control these, and not another.