I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

For she had eyes and chose me.

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Men should be what they seem.

I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.

A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him.

When the distraction of the tongue is removed, the heart listens.

IT'S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT - IT'S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.

I don't invest anymore in entrepreneurs who don't have charisma.

Philosophers are smart, analytical, and skeptical. For these reasons they are relatively unbiased.

Your past is not your potential.

As we search the Scriptures, we must allow them to search us, to sit in judgment upon our character and conduct.

I like the comfort in knowing that women are the only future in rock and roll.

Great orators who are not also great writers become very indistinct shadows to the generations following them. The spell vanishes with the voice.

Writers must constantly ask: what I am trying to say? Surprisingly often, they don't know.