Oh, the shame that I suffer now . . . the shame of a vanquished King.” And those were the last words of Henry Plantagenet.

I was always amused by the prayers of the saintly. “God do this, God don’t do that.” I thought God probably laughed at them too, unless He was a little annoyed by their temerity.

And there he lay in his bed, a broken man, worn out by a way of life which had been thrust upon him because of the antics of a wayward pig.

Because when you love something, you want to do it all the time, even if no one is paying you for it. At least that's how I felt about drawing.

deceivers shall always be at the junction of double mindedness

I began to feel that, in a sense, we were all prisoners of our own history.

The democratic process on which this nation was founded should not be restricted to the political process, but should be applied to the industrial operation as well.

Generally speaking, there is more wit than talent in the world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent.

I sit quietly and repeat my mantra until I'm in a meditative state, taking it all in but not focusing on any one thing.

The way to my heart is through Belgian milk chocolate.

The terrorists thought they would change my aims and stop my ambitions. But nothing changed in my life except this: weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage was born.

I find myself, at this time in my life, no less challenged, no less plagued, no less intrigued by what I still don't know.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?