The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.

I grew up with the biologists. I know how they think.

For me, there are two types of people: the young and the experienced.

Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.

Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.

I like the good life too much, I’m not good at going on stage night after night and on wet Wednesday afternoons.

Life in general has never been even close to fair, so the pretense that the government can make it fair is a valuable and inexhaustible asset to politicians who want to expand government.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

I never intended for the Monster Ball to be a religious experience, it just became one.

When you look at the sun during your walking meditation, the mindfulness of the body helps you to see that the sun is in you; without the sun there is no life at all and suddenly you get in touch with the sun in a different way.

Life is so, so short. Bible says it’s like a vapor.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

Comedy just pokes at problems, rarely confronts them squarely. Drama is like a plate of meat and potatoes, comedy is rather the dessert, a bit like meringue.

Is the babe young? When I behold it, it seems more venerable than the oldest man.

And I try to give the best bang for the buck. I love performing more than anything else.

Experience is not what happens to you; it’s what you do with what happens to you.

I conceive that the great part of the miseries of mankind are brought upon them by false estimates they have made of the value of things.

On life’s vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

If we hope for what we are not likely to possess, we act and think in vain, and make life a greater dream and shadow than it really is.

I’ve done auditions where the casting director is taking the paper out of my hand in the middle of reading.

No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned… a man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company.

It’s a lot easier to stay idealistic if you don’t sign two to five next-of-kin letters every day.

I’ve made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I’m convinced of the opposite.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

I’ve found men are less likely to let petty things annoy them.

Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.

I never gave anybody hell! I just told the truth and they thought it was hell.

Nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.

Our character is not so much the product of race and heredity as of those circumstances by which nature forms our habits, by which we are nurtured and live.

Who’s to say what’s a good voice and not a good voice?

I am sorry to say that there is too much point to the wisecrack that life is extinct on other planets because their scientists were more advanced than ours.

It’s possible – you can never know – that the universe exists only for me. If so, it’s sure going well for me, I must admit.

Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life.

Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of the man. The biography of the man himself cannot be written.

A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.

I’m rather kind of old school, thinking that when an artist does his work, it’s no longer his… I just see what people make of it.

The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

I don’t think culture is something you can describe.

Where there is love there is life.

History is a set of lies agreed upon.

Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?

Life is an unanswered question, but let’s still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.

Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience and we soon shall see them in their proper figures.

I never think about myself as an artist working in this time. I think about it in macro.

I like being able to be on the inside of music, rather than on the outside listening to it.

Age merely shows what children we remain.

Few people have the imagination for reality.

Who is richer? The man who is seen, but cannot see? Or the man who is not being seen, but can see?

Without stirring abroad, One can know the whole world; Without looking out of the window One can see the way of heaven. The further one goes The less one knows.

As long as I stay in training and play well, I don’t see what objection there can be to what I do off the field.

Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.

But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine.

I walk every day, and I look at the mountains and the fields and the small city, and I say: ‚Oh my God, what a blessing.‘ Then you realise it’s important to put it in a context beyond this woman, this man, this city, this country, this universe.

The ideas associated with the problems of the development of science, as far as I can see by looking around me, are not of the kind that everyone appreciates.

Even with all the advantages of retrospect, and a lot of witnesses dead and gone, you can’t make your life look as if you intended it or you were consistent. All you can show is how you dealt with various hands.

Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.

Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden.

The greatest enemy of any one of our truths may be the rest of our truths.

I enjoy acting when you really hit it right.