What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.

The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

We weep and laugh, as we see others do.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

I’d been doing everything to please everyone else and some imaginary me.

I need to sing and I love to travel.

To make pleasures pleasant shorten them.

No matter what happens, I feel very good about the future.

My personal view is that until there is a disincentive to write lies and abusive comments it's going to continue.

But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.

That's what they do to whatever I was - 19 or something. You're the baby hooker. You can ask any woman my age and we've all played baby hookers.

Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions.

One of the more difficult things about being a judge is as you're listening to the evidence, you have to be formulating how you're going to explain your evaluation of that evidence.

I worry about technical details - did I mix the cello half a decibel too high? Things like that.