Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Do what you have to do, so that you can do what you want to do.

Only the self-deceived will claim perfect freedom from fear.

I want people to be able to relate to the music, to enjoy the music, in a sense of it being fun and interesting and maybe kind of quirky. I want people to be impacted by the story.

When you pull on that jersey, you represent yourself and your teammates, and the name on the front is a hell of a lot more important than the one on the back. Get that through your head!

For the past 10 years, people have been making fun of the eighties. Why are we bringing them back?

We do not heal the past by dwelling there. We heal the past by living in the present.

He who dreads hostility too much is unfit to rule.

Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.

Moscow seethes and bubbles and gasps for air. It's always thirsting for something new, the newest events, the latest sensation. Everyone wants to be the first to know. It's the rhythm of life today.

Baseball fans are pedants, there is no other kind.