Sweets to the sweet.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

The rest, is silence.

A daily practice of how you shall live in heaven, here on earth, is a good qualification plan to get to heaven

Never stop exploring... with Mother Nature by your side, the possibilities are endless.

To rule one's anger is well to prevent it is better.

There are too many black players. Italy has no dignity, no pride.

The word impossible is peculiar because if you examine it closely, you'll find that most of it is possible.

Every church is a stone on the grave of a god-man: it does not want him to rise up again under any circumstances.

Hail, hail Freedonia, land of the free!

I listen to old Idaho, and there are moments of true inspiration there. I think the music is speaking on its own a little bit more. It's evolving, it's not losing its heart.

Accept the fact that you're an artist and stop second-guessing yourself. Just do it.

The trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is, that deep down you know it's all bullshit.