There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.

The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

How do you feel?"Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again."And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for.

The reason people fear to confide in anyone is that even an internal friend can make personal details external, and it will remain eternal.

When you have children, that's when your relationship really gets tested.

I'm not used to being in front of a camera as myself. I'm not used to watching myself as myself.

three-fourths of all marriages are unhappy.

I really shine in front of prominently Jewish crowds. Normally I really beat myself up, but as far as Jewish audiences go, I'm at the top of my game.

For men to tell how human life began Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?

I like roles that people don't recognize me in.

Passing through the fire of meditation, everything that is not your authentic reality, everything that is borrowed, will be burned away.