He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

Dead men tell no tales.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Fortune befriends the bold.

Madness. That’s what it was. And I could no longer contain it.

I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.

Unhappy am I because this has happened to me.- Not so, but happy am I, though this has happened to me, because I continue free from pain, neither crushed by the present nor fearing the future.

In psychoanalysis, only the fee is exactly what it seems to be.

Duty does not require any person to submit to the destruction of his personal ambitions and the right to live his own life in his own way.

I feel like there are too many words in the world, and I think silence is so much more powerful than the glut of words.

There isn't a tree to hang a man, water to drown a man nor soil to bury a man

We are more polarized. And some of that comes from the people and some of that comes from the media.

I do transcendental meditation, which is, I suppose, derived from Vedic or Ayurvedic principles, which is sort of Hindu principles.

That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.