The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.

She who means no mischief does it all.

Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.

Reason gains all people by compelling none.

Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.

Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.

Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.

Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.

Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.

Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.

Joy recollected is indeed no longer the emotion itself.

A good idea isn't good until you consider the idea as a good

One thing a lyricist must learn is not to fall in love with his own lines. Once you learn that, you can walk away from the lyric and look at it with a reasonable degree of objectivity.

Sometimes, in public life, people ask inappropriate, off-the-wall kinds of questions, don't they?

When war comes, reason is regarded as treason.

Everything you declare with your lips will be tested in your life.

I'm comfortable and confident about the future.

I love receiving fan mail.

Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly.

Gratitude and fear can't stand the sight of each other.