Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

What feeds me destroys me.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

There is no sin but ignorance.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Confess and be hanged.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

It lies not in our power to love or hate For will in us is over ruld by fate.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

Hell hath no limits nor is circumscribed In one self place for where we are is hell And where hell is there must we ever be.

Hell is just a frame of mind.

Many writers who choose to be active in the world lose not virtue but time, and that stillness without which literature cannot be made.

It's okay to not be perfect. It's okay to make mistakes. It's okay to do something that you wish you hadn't done, because if we don't do those things we never grow.

Your life isn't determined by your mistakes, but by your determination to keep going despite of them.

For a long time, sure, I was letting the pressure of being Rodney King get to me. It ain't easy. Even now, I walk into a place wondering, 'What people are thinking? Do they know who I am? What do they think about what happened? Do they blame me for the all those people who died?'

As an OCD guy, I find change difficult.

If you watch 'SNL,' any time there's this thing with everyone singing, I'm, like, the one person who just has a straight line of dialogue because I can't sing to save my life.

For good and evil man is a free creative spirit. This produces the very queer world we live in a world in continuous creation and therefore continuous change and insecurity.

Slavery exists. It is black in the South, and white in the North.

I don't think the way to succeed is by doing something aggressive. Aggression is weak-minded.

I'm playing with Bonnie Raitt. I don't have to sing it. I just have to play it. That's cool.

For dance recitals, my mom would do my makeup all extravagant because obviously I was really little and where else would I be wearing makeup? We would always be in her bathroom before the dance recital, and she'd do our hair and makeup.

Our sages of blessed memory have said that we must not enjoy any pleasure in this world without reciting a blessing.

Home is where we should feel secure and comfortable.

Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.

Each pursues his own theory, little solicitous to correct or improve it by an attention to what is advanced by his opponents.

Once you open up the Pandora's box of race and gender... you're never done.

I like radio better than television because if you make a mistake on radio, they don't know. You can make up anything on the radio.

The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.