I don't ask for your pity, but just for your understanding – not even that – no. Just for some recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.

I’ve been accused of having a death wish but I think it’s life that I wish for, terribly, shamelessly, on any terms whatsoever.

Of course, you were crowned with laurel in the beginning, your gold hair was wreathed with laurel, but the gold is thinning and the laurel has withered. Face it – pitiful monster.

I am not perfect. Are you? Let us accept the fact that nobody is perfect. Let us learn to accept our imperfections as well as those of others.

It is better to arm and strengthen your hero than to disarm and enfeeble your foe.

He missed an invaluable opportunity to hold his tongue.

People want to know more about me. They want to know who I am.

Step beyond right and wrong, and resist passing judgment. Who you've been and what you've experienced in the past isn't good . . . and it isn't bad. You might not know the whole story.

To see the outside world as the same stuff as our most secret or unknown thoughts is a fine necessity.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.

You just have to press the right keys and the right pedals at the right time and the music plays itself.

Whenever you do die people remember you, so it's not completely over. You don't 100 percent die when you die ever, because people still know who you were.

The real guarantee of freedom is an equilibrium of social forces in conflict, not the triumph of any one force.