But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

Dead men tell no tales.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Fortune befriends the bold.

They say in death our war is over. I don't believe that.

Our universities and museums are respected around the country.

This world should be much more open and should be much more free, so the young people would have the chance to exercise the quality of their lives.

I don't think consensus-building politics is what I'm meant to be doing.

I shall go so far that people will be seized with terror at the sight of each of my works of 'living' art.

I'm living in the present. I have no ambition. It's true. But I want to live.

I was considering running for political office.

Men are able to assist fortune but not to thwart her. They can weave her designs, but they cannot destroy them.

The true scholar grudges every opportunity of action passed, by, as a loss of power.

I would love to hear someone write a song like 'He Stopped Loving Her Today' rather than 'You're hot. I'm hot. We're in a truck.' It's just mind-numbing to me.