Be not with honor's gilded baits beguil'd, Nor think ambition wise, because 'tis brave; For though we like it, as a forward child, 'Tis so unsound, her cradle is the grave.

Anger is blood, poured and perplexed into froth; but malice is the wisdom of our wrath.

All slander must still be strangled in its birth, or time will soon conspire to make it strong enough to overcome the truth.

It is the wit and policy of sin to hate those we have abused.

Calamity is the perfect glass wherein we truly see and know ourselves.

Actions rare and sudden do commonly proceed from fierce necessity, of else from some oblique design, which is ashamed to show itself in the public road.

Had laws not been, we never had been blam'd; For not to know we sinn'd is innocence.

Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.

Fame, like the river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off.

Honor is the moral conscience of the great.

Ambition is the mind's immodesty.

He blinked at the sun and dreamt that perhaps he might snare it and spare it as it went down to its resting place amidst the distant hills.

Originally, the lyrics to "Girl" were really upbeat, and then it didn't work for me somehow. You need the dichotomy. If you're doing something happy and light, you need the shadows.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

I don't even like parties.

If another Messiah was born he could hardly do so much good as the printing-press.

Tolerance is just a fancy word for ignoring a fascist ideology. Acceptance is the only way.

Love has sold more songs than you've had hot dinners.

I'm very much an admirer of people who are reaching for things and trying to survive.

The choice of personnel, perhaps the most important choice (because 'people are policy'), never proceeds according to plan, but there have been some successful transitions that upheld high standards.

I shift from one foot to the other, trying to get a good look at him. When I finally do, I look away. His eyes were already on me, probably drawn by my nervous movement.