Security will produce danger.

Cucumber should be well sliced, dressed with pepper and vinegar, and then thrown out.

The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

Curiosity is one of the most permanent and certain characteristics of a vigorous intellect.

Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not.

When a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.

Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world.

A man who uses a great many words to express his meaning is like a bad marksman who, instead of aiming a single stone at an object, takes up a handful and throws at it in hopes he may hit.

There are minds so impatient of inferiority that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits, not because recompense is a pleasure, but because obligation is a pain.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts.

Believe in your dreams or don't dream at all.

Modern human evolution has reached the point of reporting corruption to the corrupt.

I'm not interested in the heroes or the villains. I'm interested in playing people.

But you know, I'm not 25 anymore, and I have always said musical theater in particular is a young person's game. It requires energy, mentally and physically, to do it.

I'm the first to admit this whole salary thing is getting out of control. In the final analysis, it's still about the work.

The primary symptom of a controller is denial, that is I can't see its symptoms in myself.

Dressing for yourself and not a man is definitely something I advocate.

In the military, as in any organization, giving the order might be the easiest part. Execution is the real game.

You never knew this, but I was in love. Okay, infatuated, but it felt like love at the time.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse