Misery loves another idiot with a jukebox where his soul should be.

All language is an aspiration to music.

There is no sin in the realm of taste.

This was one of those mid-thirties moments when you take a look at the stale, half-chewed bagel your life has become and kiss jealousy on its smokey mouth.

For a sane person to sincerely be happy that someone has succeeded, they have to either be profiting or likely to profit from that person’s success, or be that person.

Nobody wants to be passive; indexing is not passive - much more goes into indexing than watching a stock become the next buggy whip.

I'm thinking about doing dusty colors - we definitely are doing as much color as we can. It seems that fashion is back on track with color - I hope. It's been very black for awhile.

Well, I think, by definition, all power has limits.

We don't always get what we deserve," she replied, patting James over his heart. "Sometimes we get more; sometimes we get less. At least we get something.

I'm a person who tries not to have regrets.

No one can have God as his father who does not have the Church as his mother.

Even the most powerful women I know go out of their way to say that they're not really interested in power. Imagine a man saying that.

Happiness is secured through virtue; it is a good attained by man's own will.

Those who are incapable of shining out by dress would do well to consider that the contrast between them and their clothes turns out much to their disadvantage.