And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.

Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.

Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.

I love three things," I then say. "I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth." "And which do you love best?" "The dream.

But what really matters is not what you believe but the faith and conviction with which you believe.

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.

A word can be transformed into a coulour, light, a smell; it is the writer's task to use it in such a way that it serves, never fails, can never be ignored.

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

But things worked out. Everything works out. Though sometimes they work out sideways.

How do you crush spirit? You take out all the good.

A confused labyrinth of smoky starsentangles my hopes, which are nearly faded

No one can ever win by defeating someone

Men lie the most. Men lie all the time.

I simply don't become attached to the outer world or to anything. I work for God. I do the very best I can, and then I give the results to Him.

I would love to do a musical so hopefully I will be blessed with doing one.

People say, 'Jay, you're a great guy, you just had a couple of bad nights.' People that have themselves under control don't have a couple of bad nights like that. Plain and simple.

Keg in the closet pizza on the floor left over from the night before, where we were going we didn't really care. We had all we ever wanted in that keg in the closet.

And no book gives a deeper insight into the inner life of the Negro, his struggles and his aspirations, than, The Souls of Black Folk.

Say anything about me, darling, as long as it isn't boring.