Lord deliver me from myself.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles.

Light is the shadow of God.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

All the wonders you seek are within yourself.

There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

Think it more satisfactory to live richly than die rich.

We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

The suffering was shaping her perception about life, her values, priorities, goals and dreams.

You should never let a word control you, intimidate you, or make you uncomfortable, and that applies to people of all races. Intent is where insult lies, and hate. Not in language.

The struggle against the weakness in yourself is never a solitary struggle. No person can achieve self-mastery or his or her own.

Whether you like another bands music or not you never know who is going to take you out on tour or who you are going to be friends with and that is just something that is important to us.

As metal rang on metal, some inner part of Jem, some part that had been lost without his even knowing it was lost, felt the pleasure of fighting together with Will one last time.

[Donald Trump] will appoint an attorney general, who will send very clear messages about how law enforcement is to be pursued in this country.

Do not get attatched to the world as it is. Because the world is changing something new is coming.

The more I do, the more frightened I get. But that is essential. Otherwise why would I go on doing it?

Now, what does an actor who can't talk do? Wait for silent pictures to come back?

We write a subscript to our mortality. We make our lives tiny diamonds in the cosmic sands.