Strong words are required for weak principles.

To hit bottom is to fall from grace.

Beauty is variable, ugliness is constant.

Death is the final wake-up call.

Materialism is the only form of distraction from true bliss.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

While seeking revenge, dig two graves - one for yourself.

Thoughts are the gun, words are the bullets, deeds are the target, the bulls-eye is heaven.

Desperation is like stealing from the Mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.

Being sorry is the highest act of selfishness, seeing value only after discarding it.

No one can drive us crazy unless we give them the keys.

You would be surprised at how many corporations "none of your business" applies to!

Here is an old tradition badly in need of return: You have to earn your way into politics. You should go have a life, build a string of accomplishments, then enter public service....

Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

Take my verses too serious ya hate me, cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD.

What's the point? you can bring in 50 witnesses and it would not change what the tape clearly shows.

And that doesn't cost any money, to have decent relationships and viable situations. What costs money is car chases and shoot-outs, so I always thought that the thing to work on was the characters.

I auditioned for the role of an angel in the Nativity play at school. I didn't get it. I auditioned for Mary; didn't get it. So I made up the character of the sheep who sat next to Baby Jesus.

The English language is rather like a monster accordion, stretchable at the whim of the editor, compressible ad lib.

Job one is get out of that cave. A lot of people do get out but don't change.

That, lad," he said proudly, "was some of the worst poetry I have heard for a long time. It was offensive to the ear and a torrrture to the soul....We'll make a gonnagle out of ye yet!