There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy.

He came by a leap to the goal of purpose, not by the toilsome steps of reason. On the instant his headlong spirit declared his purpose: this was the one being for him in all the world: at this altar he would light a lamp of devotion, and keep it burning forever.

There's no credit in not doing what you don't want to do. There's no virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted.

I am weary of happiness, both as a word and as a concept.

Happiness is boundlessly weird. Other people's choices often seem to delight them, where I would run screaming.

Love is not a feeling of happiness. Love is a willingness to sacrifice.

An actor's job is to find variations of the same emotion in his being so that every time he expresses grief or joy, it doesn't look the same.