He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

She burned too bright for this world.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

He’s more myself than I am

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

It is a mournful task to break the sombre attachments of the past.

If you, as a parent, raise your children well, they won't need you anymore. If you did it properly, they go away.

Just to clarify the division of labor on the show, I write the show and Alan [Poul] does everything else.

When those who have the opportunity to speak to those politicians they must do so and if one doesn't have that opportunity to speak directly, they can still speak indirectly and it can be heard.

White folks are not going to come to see a bunch of guys with tattoos, with cornrows. I'm sorry, but anyone who thinks different, they're stupid.

war is a ferocious form of insanity. Nothing can justify it.

Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it “wind tossed.” If only she knew.

I was not a great ballhandler. I just worked very hard at it, and I got to be a good ballhandler-a competent ballhandler-but never a great ballhandler.

I've no grand designs to conquer the music industry, but I'd love to be able to tell my mates that I'm playing in a pub in Camden one night.

For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our children so long for the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fathers we live