There live Christ and Nero in our hearts.

All our blasphemies are only little prayers.

People souls - perennial loners. They're loners like stray stars.

I loved life too much to lust for life.

Dead is the travel of all our travels.

How many times have I created to destroy?

Be - fight - feel the pain - and love the wounds!

Dead is the cradle of everything.

I like people with weak will and bad taste.It feels like anything is possible.

If you your lips would keep from slips Five things observe with care To whom you speak of whom you speak And how and when and where.

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

You could get the money, you can get the power, but keep your eyes on the final hour.

It hurts the spirit, somehow, to read the word environments, when the plural means that there are so many alternatives there to be sorted through, as in a market, and voted on.

Go sweep out the chamber of your heart. Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved. When you depart out, He will enter it. In you, void of yourself, will He display His beauties.

Nobody can be so beautiful from the outside and so hollow from inside. Not even in a third-rate novel.

I'm not making films for middle aged journalists, who are mostly men. I make films that hopefully entertain people, where they can learn something about life.

Ford Fairlane was one of those movies that was so much fun to make that it was bound not to be a big hit.

For all of us, love can be the natural state of our own being; naturally at peace, naturally connected, because this becomes the reflection of who we simply are.