The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse.

Love's tongue is in the eyes.

Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.

Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.

Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well address'd.

Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears.

To touch the soul of another human being is to walk on holy ground.

A man's memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past according to his interest in the present.

A man of genius can hardly be sociable, for what dialogues could indeed be so intelligent and entertaining as his own monologues?

If special honor is claimed for any, then heresy should have it as the truest servitor of human kind.

If you are in a play, and you catch a cold, you are able to muddle through. If you are carrying a musical, it's a different thing altogether. It's the great fear of any singer's life.

Our law enforcement must have every tool necessary to find and disrupt terrorists at home and abroad. That's the task of the 21st century.

I am the wheat of God, and am ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of God.

A man can never compete with a woman's father

Negativity is basically laziness. It takes a lot of hard work to remain positive, but positivity always pays off.

Where God is, there is no other. Where world is, there is no God. These two will never unite. Like light and darkness.