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

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 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.

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.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.

Legs was always proud even before FOXFIRE, that’s the primary fact about Legs Sadovsky: pride.

Embracing your authentic self is medicine for the soul.

Politics is how you think about life itself.

It doesn't entirely make sense that if 51 senators are from one party, and they can stick together, they can do whatever they want. Especially in this age of blatant, shameless gerrymandering.

There are many non-intellectual countries; Australia is one of the few anti-intellectual ones.

Everybody talks about the internet being the ultimate repository of cooking knowledge. But it's not. It sucks.

I'm not acting; I'm not playing me. People forget that their actions make them who they are.

People who want to appear clever rely on memory. People who want to get things done make lists.

But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn‟t ever want to be found.

The tools I handle are words. They may be unappreciated or misunderstood, but they tell us who we are.