None of us can choose where we shall love.

Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.

In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.

All beauty must have its imperfections, all happiness its share of sorrow.

Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.

My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mortal imagination and reaches ever outward to embrace infinity. There is no knowledge beyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies beyond the mastery of my hand. And yet, like Faust, I look in vain, I learn in vain... For as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.

I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.