Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
Out of the seventy movies I've written some ten of them were not entirely waste product.
Love is a hole in the heart.
That God has managed to survive the inanities of the religions that do Him homage is truly a miraculous proof of His existence.
A man nearly always loves for other reasons than he thinks. A lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.
Prejudice is a raft onto which the shipwrecked mind clambers and paddles to safety.