We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.

We have created characters and animated them in the dimension of depth, revealing through them to our perturbed world that the things we have in common far outnumber and outweigh those that divide us.

I’m going to save my public voice largely for the issues where I have some depth.

I think the depth, what children can handle and what they’re interested in, is much deeper than I think what people assume. I think it’s why sometimes we make things too simple for them.

Narrative is linear, but action has breadth and depth as well as height and is solid.

Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.

There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.

Before I started school striking I had no energy, no friends and I didn’t speak to anyone. I just sat alone at home, with an eating disorder. All of that is gone now, since I have found a meaning, in a world that sometimes seems shallow and meaningless to so many people.

It’s always wonderful to get to know women, with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh, you’re seeing the most beautiful thing on God’s Earth.

Women are considered deep – why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.

I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

A little philosophy inclineth man’s mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men’s minds about to religion.

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.

It is not length of life, but depth of life.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.

There is nothing more tragic than to find an individual bogged down in the length of life, devoid of breadth.

Vanity is but the surface.

It is not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.

Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.