Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing was ever made.

There is happiness in duty, although it may not seem so. To fulfill one's duty elevates the soul to a state of constant sweetness. Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.

A sudden splendour seemed to kindle day
A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume
Blown from eternal gardens, filled the room.

Although life is a matter of indifference, the use which you make of it is not a matter of indifference.

The problem with competition is that it takes away the requirement to set your own path, to invent your own method, to find a new way.

Victor Wong as Chen Baochen

After listening to Masih and watching what's happening in the streets of Tehran, and though it pains me to say it, if only Russian men were as brave as Iranian women!

Chanchal Chowdhury as the mysterious prisoner alias David Adam

You cannot seek Destruction and return unscathed.

The vagrant moon trailed through the town and I tagged along, nurturing within me unfulfillable dreams and dissonant songs.

I do take law very seriously, deeply seriously, because fragile as reason is and limited as law is as the institutionalized medium of reason, that's all we have standing between us and the tyranny of mere will and the cruelty of unbridled, undisciplined feeling.

I was already singing by the time I was six years old. My neighbors would ask me to sing at festivities—marriages, baptisms, etc.—and they would give me presents. In 1973 [when I was 15], I went to the Institute for the Young Blind in Mali to learn Braille. When I was there I taught other people how to sing and dance.

Amazing fine tuning occurs in the laws that make this [complexity] possible. Realization of the complexity of what is accomplished makes it very difficult not to use the word 'miraculous' without taking a stand as to the ontological status of the word.

In this type of the [...] every five years, the secularism is changing the meaning. So now I am thinking that I must come with a new meaning of the secularism.

It'a highly profane parody of my song and therefore, I am telling my staff to call radio stations and demand the song be banned from airplay.

Secret Garden, The by Frances Hodgson Burnett