The iron did not remember the blood it had once moved within, the phosphorous had forgot the savage brain.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

When the human mind exists in the light of reason and no more than reason, we may say with absolute certainty that Man and all that made him will be in that instant gone.

It has been said repeatedly that one can never, try as he will, get around to the front of the universe. Man is destined to see only its far side, to realize nature only in retreat.

If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a pity that we should involve the violet and the tree frog in our departure.

The great artist, whether he be musician, painter, or poet, is known for this absolute unexpectedness.

It is a commonplace of all religious thought, even the most primitive, that the man seeking visions and insight must go apart from his fellows and love for a time in the wilderness.

The journey is difficult, immense. We will travel as far as we can, but we cannot in one lifetime see all that we would like to see or to learn all that we hunger to know.

Each one of us is a statistical impossibility around which hover a million other lives that were never destined to be born.

We cannot pluck a flower witout disturbing a star.

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

The morning sunshine brings the message that life is so bright and beautiful that the darkness of night has no power to hide it.

Literature, art, like civilization itself, are only accidents.

As far as the country is concerned, we have tremendous potential, but we're not using it.

Marriage! Nothing else demands so much of a man

And that's an even greater love: to love somebody when he's a little...worn at the edges. —Teddy Bear

Let him who walks in the dark, who has no light, trust in the name of the Lord and rely on his God.

If I came across a role that is completely mainstream and commercial, but it's the right one, I'd jump at the chance.

You have to compete in life because if you don't have no competition - no competition, no spirit, you know, you'll fall under the slightest struggle.

It is hard to stay focused with so much swirling around me. God is distracting. He never stops talking, and I can never stop listening. There is a reason we sleep.

A prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a people who mean to be free.