The ocean . . . cold and wild the surf, rushing in to overwhelm the beach, the wind, stinging my cheeks, enveloping me in total freedom.

And the pebbles fight each other as rocks/And my father bends among them/Two hands outstretching up to me/Not that I can hear.

The future is a direction, not a destination.

If the masses feel some anger, we must let them express it.

I don't get much out of doing a red carpet.

Music is the universal language ... it brings people closer together.

I am very sensitive to music, so I can quite easily allow myself to access that space in which I am completely taken over. And you can get quite a reaction out of the crowd when you do that.

It is time, not the mind, that puts an end to love.

Let us therefore yield ourselves and bow to the authority of the Holy Scriptures, which can neither err nor deceive.

He who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. The dread of censure is the death of genius.