The art of love-giving and taking become one.

Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself

I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God's name is Abraxas.

I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.

Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

We all move on from history to chance, sorrow to sorrow, hope to hope, joy to joy. Read the book of fiction on the theme. its title is FROM HISTORY TO CHANCE

Stop a bit and think it over. There do be some knots mighty aisy to tie but the untying is a cat of a different brade.

I learned a lot when I was 14 and 15 years old doing chores inside and outside the household, and as a result, I grew up with a good work ethic.

History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.

Jesus is the God whom we can approach without pride and before whom we can humble ourselves without despair.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I've got left?

Valkyrie: “You are such a moron.” Skulduggery: “Don't be jealous of my genius.

All poetry like every work of art proceeds from a swift vision of things.

I'll do any kind of movie, as long as it's a good version of it.

The love religion is all that is written here.