Immortal mortals, mortal immortals, one living the others death and dying the others life.

The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think and what you do is who you become.

There is nothing permanent except change.

Big results require big ambitions.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.

Good character is not formed in a week or a month. It is created little by little, day by day. Protracted and patient effort is needed to develop good character.

Dogs bark at what they don't understand.

Change alone is unchanging.

Those who are awake all live in the same world. Those who are asleep live in their own worlds.

What is divine escapes men's notice because of their incredulity.

Those who approach life like a child playing a game, moving and pushing pieces, possess the power of kings.

You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.

How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.

The all-encompassing cure for cancer, heartbreak, irrationality, drug addiction, and every other ailment that plagues humanity?Fire.

Gavin tried not to stare at the lobster. He decided not to inquire further. Whatever Jack's reasoning, best to accept that crustaceans were necessary to his view of the world.

What you see with your eyes when you're making music is going to have a profound effect on what you hear.

I decided I'd never do a series again, but I was offered a pilot for a series through Eddy Murphy Productions, and that was the gig that got me Parker Lewis.

Not every move you make has to be a great leap

I will never forget that there are millions of other people who would be dying to be in my position. I’m not going to be an actress who doesn’t appreciate what she has.

Personal voice- prophesy- disrupts the state of communal numbness in which most of us exist.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil