Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.

Don't judge a book by its cover

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

I would rather not be engaged. When people are engaged, they begin to think of being married soon, and I should like everything to go on for a long while just as it is.

Saints and martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.

What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!

Don't judge a book by its cover.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none. Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]

When I found myself in the U.S., and the war was at full swing in Bosnia, I read for survival - it was a means of thought resuscitation.

It turns out that is exactly what product strategy is all about—figuring out the right product is the innovator’s job, not the customer’s job.

I think racism is a terrible thing. I think we should all learn to hate each other on a individual basis.

Acting makes you look at life and try to understand it in a beautiful way.

We could easily have evolved eyelids thick enough to keep out the light, but we still need to see the shadows fall across them. We're not yet safe.

When I first went to New York I was right out of high school, I was 17 years old, and I had never seen a building over two stories high.

Good governance needs self-discipline. Only discipline within can ensure discipline without.

Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.

After self-nurturance, listening to the whispers of our hearts is probably the hardest task we've ever attempted.