Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

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.

Get the big idea and all else follows.

Yeah, I'm the go-to guy for Mexican priests.

Is rule of thumb in writing game: if story requires many long descriptions of smells so vile that will give reader nausea, is not likely to find publisher.

One of my biggest problems with comedy was that I did not understand some of the jokes.

If the lesser mind could measure the greater as a foot-rule can measure a pyramid, there would be finality in universal suffrage. As it is, the political problem remains unsolved.

It took me a long time to reach the decision to retire, actually, from the Art Ensemble.

I yield to no one in my admiration for the office as a social center, but it's no place actually to get any work done.

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

Daughters are supposed to be friends to their mothers in their old age.

Just try to imagine what it would be like to be 300 million years old.