Who is to guard the guards themselves?

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt

A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.

The arrows are from her dowry.

The abject pleasure of an abject mind And hence so dear to poor weak woman kind. [Lat., Vindicta Nemo magis gaudet, quam femina.]

All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.

Pray for a healthy mind in a healthy body.

Quis costodiet ipsos custodies? (Who will watch the watchers?)

It is not easy for men to rise whose qualities are thwarted by poverty.

We fell in love and heard thousands of words in every silence between us. Then we fell apart and heard only silence in thousands of words we spoke to each other.

Every artist joins a conversation that's been going on for generations, even millennia, before he or she joins the scene.

You're overconfident, mysterious, dark, picky, edgy, cold and have sixty-nine more faults. That's why you're perfect.

Everything human beings can imagine has been thrown at injustice, and injustice just absorbs it, and enlarges.

Conversation is a partnership, not a relation of master and slave, as most people try to make it.

To say that a man lieth, is as much to say, as that he is brave towards God, and a coward towards men.

Doing something purely for one's own enjoyment is fine, but, I must admit, finding that others enjoy it as well has a certain power over the corners of my mouth.

Doing stuff never feels as good as you hope it will feel.

Do we make ourselves into what we become or is it built into our genes, into the fate spun for us by whatever shapes events?

God ain't finished with any of us yet.