There arc no such things as desperate situations. Only desperate men.
Why should a man deliberately encircle his mind with needless prison walls. No man can reach highest excellence who puts limits to his own thought.
This world is too peaceful, too acquiescent, too tame. It is a circumcised world. Nay! - a castrated world! It must be made fiercer, before it can become grander and better and - more natural.
Women of vanquished races are usually very prone to wed with the men who have slaughtered their kindred in battle.
There is no field of activity for great men without the coming of great wars, great struggles and great revolutions.
Tremendous indeed is the occult influence of sex-love upon the evolution of organic life. Love and glory, fidelity, emulation, resolution, beauty, strength, and courage are directly inspired by sex-passions.
Nothing so lowers a lover in a virile maiden's estimation, than for him to be 'whipped' in a personal encounter with a rival.
People see weakness in a woman and they want to help. They see weakness in a man and they want to stamp it out
I wish all the mean people, if you want to be mean to each other, just buy a country together and blow each other up. Then we'd have no terrorists left. Like, don't kill innocent people for no reason. It's not fair. We love everybody. We'd even like them if they said they're sorry. It's not fair that innocent people are getting hurt. It makes me sad.
I don't go through a torturous intellectual process to decide what to direct. I know what I want to direct the second I read something or hear a story. I just know when it grabs me in a certain way I want to direct it. And then I spend the next four to six months trying to talk myself out of it, because directing is really hard! But it's true, I know essentially when and what I want to do next. . . it's an undeniable feeling I get and it's not the same feeling I get when I wind up producing something.
The water is DEEP AND DARK AND DANGEROUS