You, O money, are the cause of a restless life! Because of you we journey toward a premature death; you provide cruel nourishment for the evils of men; the seed of our cares sprouts from your head.

Let's give the historians something to write about

No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.

By gold all good faith has been banished; by gold our rights are abused; the law itself is influenced by gold, and soon there will be an end of every modest restraint.

Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?

Even a faithful mistress can be bent by constant threats.

Love is fostered by confidence and constancy; he who is able to give much is able also to love much.

Let each man have the wit to go his own way.

I am climbing a difficult road; but the glory gives me strength.

Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.

Even if my strength should fail, my daring will win me praise: in might enterprises even the will to succeed is enough.

In every different house, the same things are spoken, the same lies are said, the same dreams are dreamed!

Inner freedom is an infrequent gift of nature and a worthy object for the individual.

I look at some of the songs I wrote years ago and I can't believe I wrote such crap.

I'll be a nun, raise my daughter, and make albums.

Playwriting is all about empathy, getting inside the head of someone who is not you, to think like they think without judging them.

We usually understand freedom as meaning that there are many choices - but does having more choices, or believing we do, actually make us more free?

If all simply insist on rights and no duties, there will be utter confusion and chaos.

Some jobs are just too hideous to contemplate.

Indeed he knows not how to know who knows not also how to un-know.

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song After great cathedral gong.