Fighting men are the city's fortress.

Wine is a peep-hole on a man.

Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.

Not houses finely roofed or the stones of walls well builded, nay nor canals and dockyards make the city, but men able to use their opportunity.

To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.

Brave men are a city's strongest tower of defence.

The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.

Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city.

Plant no tree sooner than the vine.

One that hath wine as a chain about his wits, such a one lives no life at all.

Such is the world that I can no longer bear to say prayers, for I am sick of speaking to the gods who choose to do nothingbut as they wish.

I can't think of anything I'd rather have more than somebody lovin' me.

But to the world no bugbear is so great, As want of figure and a small estate.

I didn't have to audition. That's common, but it had never happened to me before. Normally, I hate auditioning. I need to stew and think... let the character develop and grow inside me.

I wasn't always such a great fan of Shakespeare, mind you. I can guess we all at one time had it rammed down our necks at school, which tends to take the edge off it.

Dance has been my medium, my metaphor, my message and my meditation.

You keep running and one day when you stop running your going to fall, and I'm going to be there to catch you.

Real estate is the key cost of physical retailers. That's why there's the old saw: location, location, location.

He’s speaking in the tone of voice that everyone uses when they’re about to break you apart. Gentle—kind, even—like they can make the news sound better just by speaking in a lullaby voice.

Live in the moment. Moments make history.

Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.