Me And Nature Are Two.

No Matter What The Shrinks, Or The Pundits, Or The Self-help Books Tell You, When It Comes To Love, It's Luck.

You Mellow Too Much You Ripen And Rot.

If God Exists, I Hope He Has A Good Excuse.

I Call That Mind Free Which Jealously Guards Its Intellectual Rights And Powers, Which Calls No Man Master, Which Does Not Content Itself With A Passive Or Hereditary Faith, [and] Receives New Truth As An Angel From Heaven.

American Films, It's A Money-making Industry. And In France, You Can Find Great Respect For Cinema As Art.