Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

The whole quilt is much more important than any single square.

...you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it’s all a question of balance.

World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps

...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

Money can buy the necessary police order. Justice is sold to the highest bidder

In the end, it’s all a question of balance.

So we tell the same story, over and over. Just the details are different

Time had changed the magical to mundane

Distance was a dangerous thing, she knew. Distance changed people.

Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.

Pride leads to down fall o f man.

I love humanity but I hate people.

As an African American child growing up in the segregated South, I was told, one way or another, almost every day of my life, that I wasn't as good as a white child.

It...is for me?" "Aye. So what say you, lover mine.

To concede that there are social problems that cannot be corrected without the state is to give up the entire argument over the future of liberty itself.

No matter how confident you are in your own abilities, you can't build and run a business alone. You need your army pulling you ahead, rather than holding you back.

To write the lives of the great in separating them from their works necessarily ends by above all stressing their pettiness, because it is in their work that they have put the best of themselves.

Personal technology has given us the freedom of being able to do whatever we want - and in the case of celebrities and athletes, whomever they want. But it can also serve as a humiliation jetpack.

Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.