Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.

What a strange creature is a laughing fool, As if a man were created to no useBut only to show his teeth.

Princes give rewards with their own hands, But death or punishment by the hands of other.

O that I were a man, or that I had powerTo execute my apprehended wishes!I would whip some with scorpions.

Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge, Which dwells but in the tongue!

As in this world there are degrees of evils, So in this world there are degrees of devils.

O me, this place is hell.

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic distracted manHath drowned himself in’t.

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

We encounter souls, not bodies.

Religion is like wax. How anyone deals with it is decisive for how it will look like.

I started out as a writer. Poetry and prose and also kind of satirical David Sedaris-esque stuff.

We have to get rid of those nuclear weapons.

One must be strict even in little things.

It takes time, it's a grind. There are no shortcuts. You've got to grind and grind.

I believe the writer... should always be the final judge. I have always held to that position and have sometimes seen books hurt thereby, but at least as often helped. The book belongs to the author.

What studies please, what most delight, And fill men's thoughts, they dream them o'er at night.

I didn't do anything at the Queen, whom I admire.

It's always fun to try something new. People think every avenue has been explored on TV, but this has never been done. That, in itself, really excites me.