Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

How often must I get lost in a strange land of fairytales so that I can find my true self?

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

U.S. intelligence services routinely use collection methods against foreigners that foreseeably - with certainty - ingest high volumes of U.S. communications as well.

The propensity to truck, barter and exchange one thing for another is common to all men, and to be found in no other race of animals.

We must never allow the majority to overrule the clear teaching of the Word of God.

My IQ is somewhere between Spiro Agnew's and Albert Einstein's.

As a general rule, people disappoint you as you know them.

Jesus isn't a logo, I'm not promoting some company, some brand. I'm just professing my faith.

It is the nature of love to work in a thousand different ways.

Good art has everything you need to know about it in the work, not on a wall label. Art is here to take us beyond language.