“She has a human face and as far as the groin she is a girl with lovely breasts, but below she is a monstrous sea creature, her womb full of wolves”

It is easy to go down into Hell but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air – there’s the rub.

Fortunate is he whose mind has the power to probe the causes of things and trample underfoot all terrors and inexorable fate.

Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man’s mad desire become his god?

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.

Through pain I’ve learned to comfort suffering men.

Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.

The descent into Hell is easy.

As it spreads, the rumor gains strength.

Spare the meek, but subdue the arrogant.

The noblest motive is the public good.

Let me rage before I die.

The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all.

No other evil we know is faster than Rumor.

No other evil we know is faster than Rumor.

Death twitches my ear, live he says – I am coming.

At some point, everyone faces the same challenge on the journey of self-improvement: you have to fall in love with boredom.

Let a series of happy thoughts run through your mind. They will show on your face.

From silly devotions and from sour-faced saints, good Lord, deliver us.

There’s more to life than cheek bones.

What is it you want to change? Your hair, your face, your body? Why? For God is in love with all those things and he might weep when they are gone.

Our world faces a true planetary emergency. I know the phrase sounds shrill, and I know it’s a challenge to the moral imagination.

The fears we don’t face become our limits.

The secret is to moisturize the face. I’ve been doing that since I was 17 years old. (on looking young)