Play invites participation.

If have the gift of prophesy, all wisdom and knowledge and have no love, I have failed to manifest my true soul.

We may anticipate bliss, but who ever drank of that enchanted cup unalloved?

Life is like riding a bicycle: you don't fall off unless you stop pedaling.

I never saw the man yet that came out of politics as clean as he went into 'em.

Time knows not the weight of sleep or weariness, and night's deep darkness has no chain to bind his rushing pinion.

Passion is loving something enough to suffer for it.

Malcolm X had a habit of scribbling notes in small pieces of paper that [Alex] Haley would surreptitiously pick up at the end of their discussions.

He went down like a cheerleader after prom.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.