Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor on the nunnery beaches.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

There are only two times. Now and too late.

If there's good, strong evidence from science that such and such is the case and this is contrary to Buddhism, then we will change.

Like the juggler, deceiving by his tricks, one is deluded by egotism, falsehood and illusion.

Volumes might be written upon the impiety of the pious.

Look out for the people who allow you to do all the talking.

I don't understand how most pop stars live this life being told what to do, what to wear, all the time. Maybe money does mean more to some people.

How does a country deal with the fact that some of its most revered historical figures had certain moral values and political views virtually identical to Nazis?

But eventually it is a game of cricket.

I've had a lot of struggles and I would be in a lot of trouble, I think, if I wasn't a Christian.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?