The blushing beauties of a modest maid.

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.

What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.

You owe it to yourself to never allow your mind to become your enemy of progress.

it can't be wrong, if it feels so wrong

God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please you can never have both.

From Russia for example, we have political support, which is different from the cooperation. We have cooperation for 60 years now, but now we have political support.

In strategic decisions, I'd be really concerned about overconfidence.

Accidents. It's all about the accidents.

In every man's heart there is anchored a little schooner.

Sorry. I'm not, like, medieval torture expert guy.

The great silent majority.