The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions - it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.

What happened was no accident. Everything was preordained. True, the will was free, but heaven also made its ordinances.

Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.

Originality is not seen in single words or even in sentences. Originality is the sum total of a man's thinking or his writing.

There is great treasure there behind our skull and this is true about all of us. This little treasure has great, great powers, and I would say we only have learnt a very, very small part of what it can do.

When you betray somebody else, you also betray yourself.

There is a plan to this universe. There is a high intelligence, maybe even a purpose, but it's given to us on the installment plan.