Noble men in the quiet of morning hear Indians singing the continent's violent requiem.

Scotsmen are metaphisical and emotional, they are sceptical and mystical, they are romantic and ironic, they are cruel and tender, and full of mirth and despair.

To God be humble, to thy friend be kind, and with thy neighbors gladly lend and borrow; His chance tonight, it maybe thine tomorrow.

A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

London, thou art the flower of cities all! Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie.

Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false warld is but transitory.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

Among my friends love is a payment. It is an old debt for a borrowing foolishly spent.

Neither our vices nor our virtues further the poem.

Having regrets is proof of being alive.

I hate physical effort.

Hillary Clinton is totally controlled by Wall Street and all these people that gave her millions.

I'm just doing what I wanted to and what feels right and not settling for bullshit and it worked. How can they be mad at that?

No matter how you travel, it's still you going.

If someone mistakes your kindness for weakness, that's their fault - not yours. And it's OK to be a decent human being in this life.

I love finding the vulnerability in characters. There's truth there. There's beauty in vulnerability.

If He asks much of you, it is because He knows you can give much.

But I think the image that's thrown out on television is a bad image. Because you see players who want to imitate hip-hop stars. And the NBA is taking advantage of the situation.

No one is ignorant that our character and turn of mind are intimately connected with the water-closet.