The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.

Everyone should get dirt on his hands each day. Doctors, intellectuals. Politicians, most of all. How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?

Sometimes history cleaves and for one helpless moment stands still like the pause when the ax splits a log and the two halves rest on end waiting to fall.

I almost never respect men. They're like flowers -- all show, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground.

We are bodies, sometimes with dreams and always with desires.

She never says gracias because life is made of survival not grace, she says, and servants are paid to bring what they're asked.

Why does a person spend money on a stamp to spout bile at a stranger?

The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt.

...when the public nerve is aroused, the most impressive capacity of man is his skill for lying.

All the mighty interceding of the ages that has ever shaken the kingdom of darkness has been based upon the promises of God.

That's my personality - to end up taking the hardest road possible to get to the top. But I think I will get there.

I am an old sinner; and if God had designed mercy for me, he would have called me home to himself before now.

Every foreign policy of every major nation involves reason, common sense, carrots and sticks. You can't have all carrots and no sticks.

I dream of an art of balance, of quietness, something analogous to a good armchair.

The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I'm just sort of stumbling through.

Each time anyone comes in contact with us, they must become different and better people because of having met us. We must radiate God's love.

A wise person is full of questions. A dull person is full of answers.

When of a gossiping circle it was asked, "What are they doing?" The answer was, "Swapping lies.