My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

No man is good enough to govern any woman without her consent.

It had only taken me six years to change from a ten-year-old to a sixteen-year-old

A goal is a written plan.Write your dreams and visions.

It is one thing to say that the dwelling has symbolic and cosmological aspects... and another to say that it has been erected for ritual purposes and is neither shelter nor dwelling but a temple.

Somewhere, sometime I'd stopped expecting my father to father.

There is a fine line between a sleepover and just drinking way too much at someone else's house.

Yes, sampling has changed not just my way of playing and composing.

Why does a salmon rise? Why does a small boy cross the street just to kick a tin can?

If one neglects the laws of learning, a sentence is imposed that he is forever chained to his ignorance.

Born of Black and White, Eaten with worms, I'm a Saint, a Sinner, a Siren of the Word, The Circle knows me, the rest just wanna trip on Grace Juice, Baby Showdown at midnight