Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?

Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Now's the day and now's the hour.

Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

At last, after innumerable glamorous and frightful years, mankind approaches a war which is totally predictable from beginning to end.

There's something grand and revolutionary still about [women] traveling alone. There are some parts of the world where you can't.

It's hard enough to get any movie made, and when you take on these tough genres - and I've done it a couple times - it just makes the whole struggle more.

People act as though the hybrid could solve all of our problems - which is certainly not the case.

Getting and keeping my immunity became very important to me. For I needed to take care of myself and my family. No one else was worried about me.

There are enough negative images of Black women out there and I did not want to portray Dorothy Vaughn in any stereotype. I wanted to make sure that her integrity was preserved.

In order to compose, all you need to do is remember a tune that nobody else has thought of.

The reason I'm really appreciative of everything that's going on around me is because of the fact that I never expected it, and I want to keep that attitude.

Unfortunately, the heart played its own tune, and it was deaf to what the head tried to tell it.’ – Abigail