I don't want to be pigeonholed into doing just romantic comedies. But they're fun and especially for women it's nice to go to see them and enjoy that breath of fresh air.

I could almost say it is my religion. I guess that sounds pretentious but I want to live and breathe cinema.

My sense of religion is Einstein's sense of relativity. I don't believe in God. I believe that energy never dies. So the possibility exists that you might be breathing in some other form of Moses or Buddha or Muhammad or Bobby Kennedy or Roosevelt or Martin Luther King or Jesus.

My life was changed in one breath from God.

I guess I wanted to leave America for awhile. It wasn't that I wanted to become an expatriate or just never come back I needed some breathing room. I'd already been translating French poetry I'd been to Paris once before and liked it very much and so I just went.

Poetry is composing for the breath.

Living here on Earth we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us. When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos poetry is born.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn.

Smiling is very important. If we are not able to smile then the world will not have peace. It is not by going out for a demonstration against nuclear missiles that we can bring about peace. It is with our capacity of smiling breathing and being peace that we can make peace.

War should be the only study of a prince. He should consider peace only as a breathing-time which gives him leisure to contrive and furnishes as ability to execute military plans.

Find patience in the breath of life.

Greed is a basic part of animal nature. Being against it is like being against breathing or eating. It means nothing.

I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it as upon a thread of silk opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.

Breathless we flung us on a windy hill Laughed in the sun and kissed the lovely grass.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert where man is never lonely for he feels life stirring on all sides.

Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.

Music is a lady that I still love because she gives me the air that I breathe. We need all sorts of nourishment. And music satisfies and nourishes the hunger within ourselves for connection and harmony.