This is why Jessica Biel is a successful actress: because, despite the punchlines, you know how to tell a joke.
Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.
Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?
No more painters, no more scribblers, no more musicians, no more sculptors, no more religions, no more royalists, no more radicals, no more imperialists, no more anarchists, no more socialists, no more communists, no more proletariat, no more democrats, no more republicans, no more bourgeois, no more aristocrats, no more arms, no more police, no more nations, an end at last to all this stupidity, nothing left, nothing at all, nothing, nothing.
I have no friends, there are only people I love.
Sure, but competition is good for the user.
The life that goes out in love to all life is the life that is full, and rich, and continually expanding in beauty and in power.
Nobody deserves to be treated like a princess 100% of the time. . . not even me.
I've had this unbelievable amount of good fortune and I'm just so thankful for it. But at the same time I feel exceptionally guilty. I have so many friends who are talented graduates of Juilliard and are exceptional actors and I'm the lucky one that somehow got such a fortunate break.