Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

Dead men tell no tales.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Fortune befriends the bold.

I guess no one can be painted with just one brush. There is light and shade in all of us, pain and hardship, and some of us rise from it while others are darkened by it.

We are addicted to attention, but when it comes to paying attention, we are not accessible.

When it comes to getting things done we need fewer architects and more bricklayers.

The same man cannot be both Friend and Flatterer.

Wealth after all is a relative thing since he that has little and wants less is richer than he that has much and wants more.

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

What’s the opposite of déjà vu, when you see something that hasn’t happened yet?” “I don’t know—avant verrais?

I know I'm not bipolar or schizophrenic, but this career allows you to explore, to take some facets of yourself and spin it.

I'm thinking, I'm singing like Ozzy Osbourne, but I don't sound like him enough, ever.

There are no mundane things outside of Buddhism, and there is no Buddhism outside of mundane things.