Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.

There is no armor against fate.

Death lays his icy hand on kings.

There is no armour against fate.

When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.

Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.

How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!

There is no armor against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

There is no armour against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

The dumbing down of the country reflects itself on Broadway. The shows get dumber, and the public gets used to them.

The difference between human and other species is, they eat each other when they have nothing to eat, but we eat each other while having everything.

The primary role of the music industry is to have artists be heard above the rest. It's a big needle in a haystack problem. The Internet has the service and tools to find the needle in a haystack.

Consciousness succumbs all too easily to unconscious influences, and these are often truer and wiser than our conscious thinking.

My evenings are taken up very largely with astrology. I make horoscopic calculations in order to find a clue to the core of psychological truth.

I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

I do a lot of stuff. I mean, you know, charity work.