We all have much more in common than we have difference. I would say that about people all over the world. They don't know how much in common that they have

I still don't even know if the sheriff will let me see him. And suppose he did; what then? What do I say to him? Do I know what a man is? Do I know how a man is supposed to die? I'm still trying to find out how a man should live. Am I supposed to tell someone how to die who has never lived?

Without love for my fellow man and respect for nature, to me, life is an obscenity.

The artist must be like a heart surgeon. He must approach something with sympathy, but with a sort of coldness and work and work until he finds some kind of perfection in his work. You can't have blood splashing all over the place. Things must be done very cleanly.

Sometimes you got to hurt something to help something. Sometimes you have to plow under one thing in order for something else to grow.

...my heart may have been in it but my soul was not.

Words mean nothing. Action is the only thing. Doing. That's the only thing.