Truth . . . and if mine eyes Can bear its blaze, and trace its symmetries, Measure its distance, and its advent wait, I am no prophet - I but calculate.

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

Money, again, has often been a cause of the delusion of the multitudes. Sober nations have all at once become desperate gamblers, and risked almost their existence upon the turn of a piece of paper.

Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the force of imitation.

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.

Some dog I got too. We call him Egypt. Because in every room he leaves a pyramid.

I want to be your soulmate, even if I don't believe in them.

Romanticism is the mother of kitsch and that there are moments when the child becomes so like its mother that one cannot differentiate between them

When you're talking about death, you can't afford to make even one mistake.

The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last.

You can fall in the area of your strength as easily as you could fall in the area of your weakness.

When was the last time someone told you 'Look at the bright side of things' when you were depressed, and you actually paid attention to them? Maybe some people do, but I sure as hell don't.

I'm asthmatic. I was a lot bigger back then, and I still get winded on stage today. But I've learned how to pace it now. I have musical breaks in there.

We look upon the enemy of our souls as a conquered foe, so he is, but only to God, not to us.

The people I find most beautiful are the ones who aren't trying.