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

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.

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

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

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

And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!

I can make anything disappear, if I really want to.