Music is part of us, and either ennobles or degrades our behavior.

Nothing is miserable unless you think it so; and on the other hand, nothing brings happiness unless you are content with it.

Music is so naturally united with us that we cannot be free from it - even if we so desired.

If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?

He who is virtuous is wise; and he who is wise is good; and he who is good is happy.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Inconsistency is my very essence; it is the game I never cease to play as I turn my wheel in its ever changing circle, filled with joy as I bring the top to the bottom and the bottom to the top

Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.

One's virtue is all that one truly has, because it is not imperiled by the vicissitudes of fortune.

In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man's affliction is to remember that he once was happy.

He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate, and set proud death beneath his feet, can look fortune in the face, unbending both to good and bad; his countenance unconquered.

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My painting does not come from the easel.

In general, the final filter of Hollywood is for-profit. Nothing goes through unless it can make money.

I just couldn't make the grade as a hack-that, like everything else, requires a certain practiced excellence.

We only have to recall the color of the faces of those who were most devastated by Katrina, to know that there are not yet equal opportunities for all Americans.

What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.

People think of black English as ungrammatical, but it bears the same relationship to standard English as contemporary Hebrew does to ancient Hebrew.

It is ironic that Samuel Berger learned of this espionage in exactly the same month that Al Gore was attending his now famous fund-raiser with Buddhist nuns in Southern California.

Oh, hell, I can’t go on a spiritual journey—I'm constipated.

Do that again and, bracelet or no bracelet, I’ll tear your head off and use it for a doorstop. (Xypher)