Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart To modest cheeks, and borrowed one from art.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.

I've got nothing against records - I've spent my life making them - but they are a kind of historical blip.

You must give your own story to the world.

I was lucky to be born during the time of minimalism. I think I can be colder because of this. In form I speak with minimalism but my feeling is sentimental - I am a sentimental minimalist.

As for religious faith, a lack of it shouldn't stop us from doing good deeds for their own sake.

I don't talk trash often, but when I do, I go for the jugular.

The most important thing in the world for show business, really, you know everything's a high-tech business, but what people want now is what they can't get - exclusivity.

None seem to bear the imputation of supposed guilt with greater intolerance than such as are, on other occasions, obviously culpable of vice or crime.

About things on which the public thinks long it commonly attains to think right.