I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!

Your world is as big as you make it.

Rise with the hour for which you were made.

I've learned of life this bitter truth Hope not between the crumbling walls Of mankind's gratitude to find repose, But rather, Build within thy own soul Fortresses!

The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool.

Is there not a way by which the man who can think can be enabled to have time to think?

I'm folding up my little dreams Within my heart tonight, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight.

I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night, / And enters some alien cage in its plight, / And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars / While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

Your world is as big as you make it.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.

The truth is in the heart

People who take you for granted would be mad at those who regard you as something.

Love is an optical illusion that makes you believe the object of your affection is the most beautiful person in the world.

A good artist must be good at many things.

Luck relies on chance, labor on character.

The country is the world of the soul, the city is the world of bodies.

Our destiny is largely in our hands.

If ordinary means I have suddenly got to produce a household of kids and iron Peter's shirts, I'm sorry, I'm not interested.

I love playing characters who are opposite of who I am.

A Confucian or Jewish love of learning would gain minorities far more than any affirmative action laws we might pass.