My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!

Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

I'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.

Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.

She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.

He who is too well off is always longing for something new.

Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German; but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.

In the olden days, when wishing still worked, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest daughter was so lovely that even the sun... was struck with wonder.

There is no greater despair, than to tread with care upon ice that is already broken

Connection to Buddhism is strand in my life.

If I'm going to leave my family for any length of time, it had better be for a role that I haven't played before, with great people. It had better be fun.

Capital creates space-time.

Love, in the final analysis, is wisdom.

What a silly fellow must he be who would do the devil's work for free.

During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.

Arbitration is justice blended with charity.

Remember that you are more likely to die because you execute badly than get crushed by a competitor.

The real joy of life is in its play. Play is anything we do for the joy and love of doing it, apart from any profit, compulsion, or sense of duty. It is the real joy of living.