For me, the moral difficulties lie in the continual pressure brought to bear on my friends and immediate family, pressure which is not directed against me personally but which at the same time is all around me.
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
I owe much to my friends; but, all things considered, it strikes me that I owe even more to my enemies. The real person springs life under a sting even better than under a caress.
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn't sit for a month.
You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.
I speak fluent Hebrew and even dream in Hebrew when we visit there, once or twice a year.
All my life, all my life that I can, as far back as I can remember, I saw my first movie when I was six years old. And since then I wanted to do that. I wanted to be a part of that.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
Believe me, you can get into a lot of trouble being sixteen years old in a foreign country with no adult telling you when to come home.
One does nothing who tries to console a despondent person with word. A friend is one who aids with deeds at a critical time when deeds are called for.
I have had lots of friends who've been affected by Aids and a very good friend of mine, Oscar Moore, died of Aids and I was with him in his last year quite a bit. And of course he was a man living in a very rich culture with a wealthy family who was able to afford health care.
Personal history must be constantly renewed by telling parents, relatives, and friends everything one does. On the other hand, for the warrior who has no personal history, no explanations are needed; nobody is angry or disillusioned with his acts. And above all, no one pins him down with their thoughts and their expectations.
I started working with friends of mine and that, to some degree, continues.
You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.
I go out with friends, but I don't have time to get in trouble.
There's a rebirth that goes on with us continuously as human beings. I don't understand, personally, how you can be bored. I can understand how you can be depressed, but I just don't understand boredom.
All of us every single year, we're a different person. I don't think we're the same person all our lives.
I've been pleased to work with so many wonderful stars through the years. This has been an amazing journey. I hope it continues.
Since that time I have had continuous contact with the persons who were completely unknown to me, except that I knew they would hand whatever information I gave them to the Russian authorities.
What each man feared would happen to himself, did not trouble him when he saw that it would ruin another.
I didn't see Dr. No for a year, but I liked it when I saw it. It was a fun movie. I don't like the Bond movies now. I hate special effects.
Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends... Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
Technology has advanced more in the last thirty years than in the previous two thousand. The exponential increase in advancement will only continue. Anthropological Commentary The opposite of a trivial truth is false; the opposite of a great truth is also true.
Our moods do not believe in each other.?To-day I am full of thoughts, and can write what I please.? I see no reason why I should not have the same thought, the same power of expression, to-morrow.? What I write, whilst I write it, seems the most natural thing in the world; but yesterday I saw a dreary vacuity in this direction in which now I see so much; and a month hence, I doubt not, I shall wonder who he was that wrote so many continuous pages.? Alas for this infirm faith, this will not strenuous, this vast ebb of a vast flow!?I am God in nature; I am a weed by the wall.