All murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
A civilization which leaves so large a number of its participants unsatisfied and drives them into revolt neither has nor deserves the prospect of a lasting existence.
Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.
Political language... is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
In films murders are always very clean. I show how difficult it is and what a messy thing it is to kill a man.
Of course the light source must be very restricted for the large number of beams corresponding to the various kinds of light to appear separately.
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?
Countries and states which have capital punishment have a much higher rate of murder and crime than countries that do not, so that makes sense to me, and the moral question - I struggle with it morally.
I do not think that condemning people who murder and killing them necessarily sends out the right message.
The perceived wisdom is that people do not go in large numbers to black-and-white movies anymore - which is a great shame, but I'd love to make a black-and-white movie one day.
The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.
You freeze with the number of opportunities given to you and just decide to do nothing at all.
To punish the oppressors of humanity is clemency; to forgive them is cruelty.
There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
Never can the innate power of a work be hidden or locked away. A work of art can be forgotten by time; it can be forbidden and rejected but the elemental will always prevail over the ephemeral.
We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.
And suddenly through a rift in the tempest the lights of the Fort appeared, immeasurably distant. They seemed to be infinite in number like an enchanted castle over which there lay all the gaiety of ancient carnivals.
It's not the Jews that killed Christ. It was a political situation, and it was the Romans who killed Jesus. They put Jesus on the cross, not the Jews.
Many a small thing has been made large by the right kind of advertising.
You listen to Handel operas, right? And there are a thousand of them, right? And they all sound alike. If I look back on my work, maybe it's the same thing.
Doctors are just the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.
It is not of the essence of mathematics to be conversant with the ideas of number and quantity.