Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.

Paradise is open to all kind hearts.

What divides men is less a difference in ideas than a likeness in pretensions.

Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living.

Gaily! gaily! close our ranks! Arm! Advance! Hope of France! Gaily! gaily! closed our ranks! Onward! Onward! Gauls and Franks!

Our friends, the enemy.

Many have lived on a pedestal who will never have a statue when dead.

A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.

Flow wine, smile woman, and the universe is consoled.

Our century is a brutal thinker.

It is a sign of intellectual maturity to always crawl to conclusions.

There are people that will settle for nothing, people that will fight for something, and those that are fooled striving to have everything.

There I am, watching Philip Seymour Hoffman, one of my favourite actors in the world, walk into the room dressed up as Father Christmas, being hilarious, and I'm suddenly thinking, 'Where am I?'

I'm the man of the hour, the man with the power, too sweet to be sour.

For what you do to others, you do to yourself.

Silence. There are times it's the only thing I want and I wonder how I'll ever go back to the world of noise and distraction.

Don't come crying to me if your homes are attacked. You will reap what you sow.

As time goes by people will see who I am for who I am.

You work your whole life to try to be the best you can, even if it's for only one day or one week.

Flow is being completely involved in an activity for its own sake. The ego falls away. Time flies. Every action, movement, and thought follows inevitably from the previous one, like playing jazz.