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Religion is the frozen thought of man out of which they build temples.
I study hard at Russian, which is a tough but most attractive language.
I thought I was bulletproof or Superman there for a while. I thought I'd never run out of nerve. Never.
Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison.
The quality of our thoughts is bordered on all sides by our facility with language.
Sudden glory is the passion which maketh those grimaces called laughter.
Prayer opens the heart to God, and it is the means by which the soul, though empty, is filled by God.
I try for a poetic language that says, This is who we are, where we have been, where we are. This is where we must go. And this is what we must do.
I thought if I didn't write my own show, I'll rust.
