We live in a society that compels us to go on using these concepts, and we no longer know what they mean.
Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them.
A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends.
Whenever it seems that we have lost someone or something, the space left behind is a natural opening to something higher, for something greater.
Philosophy is a disease, and not an ordinary one either. It's not a common cold. It is cancer - cancer of the soul. Once a person is lost in the jungle of philosophy he becomes more and more entangled in words, concepts, abstractions and there is no end to it.
To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one's family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one's own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him.
That every man after the life in the world lives to eternity, is evident from this, that man is then spiritual, and no longer natural, and that the spiritual man, separated from the natural, remains such as he is to eternity, for man's state cannot be changed after death.
When I'm ready to make a photograph, I think I quite obviously see in my minds eye something that is not literally there in the true meaning of the word. I'm interested in something which is built up from within, rather than just extracted from without.
Well, most men have bound thier eyes with one or another handkerchief, and attached themselves to some one of these communities of opinion.? This conformity makes them not false in a few particulars, author of a few lies, but false in all particulars.? Thier every? truth is not quite true.? Thier two is not the? real two, thier four is not the real four; so that every word they say chagrins us and we know not where to begin to set them right.?Meantime nature is not slow to equip us in the prison uniform of the party to which we adhere.? We come to wear one cut of face and figure, and aquire, by degrees, the gentlest asinine expression.
I mean simply to say that I want my characters to suggest the background in themselves, even when it is not visible. I want them to be so powerfully realized that we cannot imagine them apart from their physical and social context even when we see them in empty space.
Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his design.
Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.
Every true man, sir, who is a little above the level of the beasts and plants does not live for the sake of living, without knowing how to live; but he lives so as to give a meaning and a value of his own to life.
My neighborhood was rough, but I live a great life now. I don't fight that much now. I don't look for it anyway, but if someone hits your mother, whether you're a star, an accountant, or an astronaut or anything... I mean it's your mother, so I lost my mind.
All is disgust when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit.
Why is it so painful to watch a person sink? Because there is something unnatural in it, for nature demands personal progress, evolution, and every backward step means wasted energy.
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.
For in every particular of the Word there is an internal sense which treats of things spiritual and heavenly, not of things natural and worldly, such as are treated of in the sense of the letter.
A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
When man decides he can control nature, he's in deep trouble.
Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
I'm getting a little bored by the juxtaposition of American and other cinema. I no longer think this division is as true as it might have been in the 1980s, or the early part of the 90s.
A true photograph need not be explained, nor can it be contained in words.
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.