All heiresses are beautiful.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

Dead men tell no tales.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Fortune befriends the bold.

God is my strength.

With all due respect, the Mona Lisa is overrated.

Talents constitute our very essence.

He who influences the thought of his times influences the times that follow.

The battle against pride in the heart is lifelong, so humility should become an ever more deeply seated attitude of living

I always wonder whether I'll get treated differently with a different accent.

OK, whatever, I was taking out false loans

I think you'll find a significant number of people who decide not to enter competitions because their music just won't fit in that world.

Let's not underestimate the seriousness of the challenge. We have a deeply divided party. We have a deeply divided country.

Without publicity there is no prosperity.