Tis Fate that flings the dice, And as she flings Of kings makes peasants, And of peasants kings.

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.

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die.

There's nothing like a love for our children. I love being a papa, and that's the truth.

Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.

I probably write a poem every 50 years.

Naw, it's like ants up there, man. Like ants that sound like lions!

If the way they make the show makes it fresh, then it's worthwhile. I think all of these forms have to be blown up every now and then and start again.

How gracious are the gods in bestowing high positions; and how reluctant are they to insure them when given.

We need everyone to participate to make our city safe. And we know that the vast majority of immigrants are contributing positively to our economy and to our society here in the city of New York.

If the present be compared with the remote past, it is easily seen that in all cities and in all peoples there are the same desires and the same passions as there always were.

After two years of doing one show, you do get attached to everyone.