There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.

Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,".

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!

The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine

I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I'm not around to tell you so.

We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.” -- Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred

Who has words at the right moment?

I don't want to throw rice. I want to throw rocks.

I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I've finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don't have to hide it and I don't have to fix it. I'm not broken.

Let's start off with my father being a mailman.

I've always wanted to make a music video with skating and different imagery, something very artistic.

Everything we see… is just the visible part of reality.

The theory of war as an apt and proportionate means of solving international conflicts is now out of date.

India always changes people, and I have been no exception