Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.

Deceivers are the most dangerous members of society. They trifle with the best affections of our nature, and violate the most sacred obligations.

From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.

Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.

Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.

An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild.

Void of all honor, avaricious, rash, The daring tribe compound their boasted trash Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill; All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.

Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.

In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.

The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies.

A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.

I smiled sadly and whispered, "I would have taken a bullet for you, too, you know.""I know, " he whispered gruffly and lifted my chin, "and that pisses me off and turns me on at the same time.

When I was a boy, I used to pull a big cross saw with my dad. He'd use his right hand, so I'd have to use my left.

If Michaelangelo or Leonardo Da Vinci were alive today they’d be making Avatar, not painting a chapel.

Having power and being in a position of power can really blur your judgement, and it's not always that clear.

All get what they want; they do not always like it.

Conscience is its own readiest accuser.

I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

Civilization is nothing else but the attempt to reduce force to being the last resort.

Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's own secret, and often terrible and frightening, real self.