To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

Time and death sleep side by side.

The more words you know, the more clearly and powerfully you will think...and the more ideas you will invite into your mind.

Self-care is a deliberate choice to gift ourself with people, places, things, events, and opportunities that recharge our personal battery and promote whole health—body, mind, and spirit.

A lot of what I do in my work is taking a thing and either washing it off, scraping it, covering it, scraping it and then washing it, turning it upside down. Making it somehow blind.

The world is anxious to admire that apex and culmination of modern mathematics: a theorem so perfectly general that no particular application of it is feasible.

If you believe, if you value and treasure and revere the institution of marriage, then you should want every family unit to be really wrapped in marriage.

He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.

Life is way too short to fly coach.

I've had it-the agencies, the winking, the networks, the ratings. Anyone who thinks TV is an art medium is crazy-it's an advertising medium.

Beneath the dingy uniformity of international fashions in dress, man remains what he has always been; a splendid fighting animal, a self-sacrificing hero, and a blood thirsty savage.