I like to express certain things that happen in my life the joy of spring the birds singing and young babies coming into the world. You know the whole thing as well as the part I'm not happy with the sad part.

I just did an interview where I was asked whether I drink beer or whisky and I was sad to reveal that I'm pounding spring water.

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.

Isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who with such a thought would not spring from bed eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?

Instead in the absence of respect for human rights science and its offspring technology have been used in this century as brutal instruments for oppression.

More than in any other performing arts the lack of respect for acting seems to spring from the fact that every layman considers himself a valid critic.

I also like to look at the dynamic that takes place between religion and science because in a way both are asking the same questions: Who are we? Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? The methodologies are diametrically opposed but their motivation is the same the wellspring is the same in both cases.

I repeat... that all power is a trust that we are accountable for its exercise that from the people and for the people all springs and all must exist.

Mischief springs from the power which the moneyed interest derives from a paper currency which they are able to control from the multitude of corporations with exclusive privileges... which are employed altogether for their benefit.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.