My body is the fruit of spirits' play.
He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.
Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.
Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must take it. The only choice is how.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
Were one to ask me in which direction I think man strongest, I should say, his capacity to hate.
Home - the nursery of the Infinite.
It stems from my Australianisms and belief that everyone is a fundamental cog in the wheel.
See, I've always seen Jacques Cousteau as a hero, mate. He's a legend - like my dad, just a legend. And so what he did for conservation in the '60s through the '70s was just phenomenal.
I think we've all experienced sort of becoming who we are as a reaction to what we come from.