Happy is the man who knows how to distinguish the real from the unreal, the eternal from the transient and the good from the pleasant by his discrimination and wisdom.
History - that little sewer where man loves to wallow.
Another way of approaching the thing is to consider it unnamed, unnameable.
For at the heart of the uniform, reasoning is shaky and elusive: a mind in search of ideas should first stock up on appearances.
And fourthly there is a major shift in public opinion and attitude to accommodate to the post-911 mentality and the Bush administration's penchant for secrecy. I think the public has simply become increasingly accustomed to being turned away from vital information and is protesting less and less. You have some squeaky wheels out there, but I don't think they're representative of the population at large.
Life is a winking light in the darkness.
It serves no purpose to man if there is no room for repentance, and he who is tormented can never grow better. . . let this punishment be severe, let it be bitter, nay let it be lasting, but let it at length have an end.
I've chosen not to live in Hollywood, and instead I live in Brooklyn, New York. It's how I like to live. I'd rather hang out with my kids and family when I'm not working. Going to premieres is not my idea of a fun night out.