Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.

It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.

Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.

Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.

The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely, In the flattering toils of philandery.

Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up - you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that's beautiful and rare.

Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.

I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.

Chemistry is the dirty part of physics.

Our children need to see and hear about more black role models in many fields so they can make better choices.

I started when I was in 'The King and I' when I was on Broadway when I was nine.

Religion is hard work. Its insights are not self-evident and have to be cultivated in the same way as an appreciation of art, music, or poetry must be developed.

The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.

The humanitarian argument is so selective I find it difficult to swallow. It's not even so much about the choice as to where we should get involved and where we shouldn't.

It was the single forgiving phrase in the syntax of weaponry I had strapped about me. The rest were unequivocal sentences of death.

It all comes down to who you crucify, you either kiss the past or future good-bye.

Love's a weird one, isn't it? I've never told my husband Graham that I love him. He's never told me either. I think it started as a bit of a joke. We just decided never to say it.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?