And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.

He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.

Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?

For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.

Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend, never make face to a foe till he’s rife and never get stuck to another man’s pfife.

Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!

Three quarks for Muster Mark!

Never live your life on the edge when you have loved ones who love you and who are depending on you.

If we focus on ourselves alone, we run our nation down.

I guess it's nice to know I still resonate in people's minds.

I can think. I can sleep. I can move. I can ride my bike. I can dream.

Never diagnose a (client) until after their therapy is over.

Sometimes we have to go to the darkness alone, before we can see the light.

Divorce has taught us how to sleep with friends, sleep with enemies, and then act like it's all perfectly normal in the morning.

Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you’re jungle fever. The next you’re Artic winter.

Before the invader sound was born, the Universe was silent and shall be again.