There is more or less of pathos in all true beauty. The delight it awakens has an indefinable, and, as it were, luxurious sadness, which is perhaps one element of its might.

There is a strength of quiet endurance as significant of courage as the most daring feats of prowess.

Reason is not time only interpreter of life. The fountain of action is in time feelings.

No man flatters the woman he truly loves.

The soul, by an instinct stronger than reason, ever associates beauty with truth.

The art of walking is at once suggestive of the dignity of man. Progressive motion alone implies power, but in almost every other instance it seems a power gained at the expense of self-possession.

National enthusiasm is the nursery of genius.

Fashion seldom interferes with nature without diminishing her grace and efficiency.

To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand.

Do not give to thy friends the most agreeable counsels, but the most advantageous.

The man who becomes a critic by trade ceases, in reality, to be one at all.

To be a great success, be happy today.

It is either you let go of the things and people that are dragging you down and start climbing to the top or you could forget about the possibility of you ever making it to the top.

The purpose of life is to discover your gift. The work of life is to develop it. The meaning of life is to give your gift away.

Wisdom simplifies the things

I tend to write poetry that is rich in data of various sorts. The lyric poem isn't perfectly suited to accommodating such data, so I've had to find new ways to say everything that I want to say.

A girl's got to be fun. It's the one bit of advice I always give to friends of mine who are thinking of getting married.

It was an experience being on a Beatles tour. They weren't very good. The singing was great, but the playing was a bit weak.

Apple is this great American company that could have only happened here.

I was a bouncer for ten years in New York City.

You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!