My lips still quiver when I think about her smile.

Your eyes are hallow, Your heart is bruised, Your temple has been raided, Your soul has been shattered, Was he worth it?

I could watch her dance for hours, Because she's always dancing inside of my heart.

He danced across my heart like a pirate, Constantly discovering my secrets, Turning over every hidden treasure, Drowning me in his fantasy.

You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.

Perhaps fate brought us together, And the incidents in between made us close, Falling in love was a simple choice, But breaking my heart, that was yours.

It's true what they say, Love is a wicked game, A game so wickedly played, I am at your command in your wicked games.

I don't mind a bit being labelled a suicide.

Luck is made by the making the right choices at the right timing and place.

A leader's job is not to put greatness into people, but rather to recognize that it already exists, and to create an environment where that greatness can emerge and grow.

The first draught serveth for health, the second for pleasure, the third for shame, and the fourth for madness.

The satiric ethos of Mad was a much bigger childhood influence.

Sell not virtue to purchase wealth, nor liberty to purchase power.

Long after one has forgotten what a woman wore, the memory of her perfume lingers.

Try to understand long before you move to judgment.

Common sense, the half-truths of a deceitful society, is honored as the honest truths of a frank world.

History works itself out by an inevitable internal logic.