Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring.

He who considers himself a paragon of wisdom is sure to commit some superlatively stupid act.

He is not dead who departs from life with a high and noble fame; but he is dead, even while living, whose brow is branded with infamy.

Time passes cold and indifferent over us; it knows nothing of our joys or sorrows; it leads us with ice-cold hand deeper and deeper into the labyrinth.

The noble man is only God's image.

Who cannot but see oftentimes how strange the threads of our destiny run? Oft it is only for a moment the favorable instant is presented. We miss it, and months and years are lost.

He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.

I don't want my work to be an exposure of my feelings.

Was this the big one or was this the small tremor, the warning? Does it get better - does the sensation of being in a dream underwater go away?

If a local doesn't have to pay it, there's a way for traveler's to get around it.

Remove the mask. Let me love the darkness you hide underneath.

It would be difficult to determine whether the age is growing better or worse; for I think our plays are growing like sermons, and our sermons like plays.

A pianist with skill, touch, musicality and a gift for making songs from songs. Plus, he can swing! Give a listen

I don't consider 41 being in prime of life. Even if I conceived a child tomorrow I'd be 52 by the time it was 10. I'm not sure I'd have the energy, and I find that quite scary.

If you inquire what people are like here, I must answer, "The same as everywhere."

Sometimes, he thought, all you could do was wait.

I love pitching in front of big crowds and in huge stadiums.