And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind.

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.

Life is too short to complicate it.

Got something to do with guilt, ' Toro said. 'Her mother, neh?' 'Guilt. Longing. Got something to do with all of us.

Compromise is a sign you'll pass on the road to mediocrity.

I am a little suspicious of industry paradigms. I feel like so many movies and TV shows feel so familiar because of over-reliance on these paradigms.

I'm from really humble beginnings. I've never been this Hollywood diva, but you get caught up in what you're pretending to be.

An artist's working life is marked by intensive application and intense discipline.

In a time of destruction, create something: a poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment.

I am deeply saddened by the suffering of the Iraqi people.

Because the alternative sucks!

Stereotyping and generating brands around musicians I think contributes to their eventual demise.