Whatever an author puts between the two covers of his book is public property; whatever of himself he does not put there is his private property, as much as if he had never written a word.

Every person is responsible for all the good within the scope of his abilities, and for no more.

Genius is expansive, irresistible, and irresistibly expansive. If it is in you, no cords can confine it.

It is the crushed grape that gives out the blood-red wine: it is the suffering soul that breathes the sweetest melodies.

Christ made no distinction, but opened the door wide to woman as to man.

What's virtue in a man can't be virtue in a cat.

People cry out, and deplore the unremunerative employment of woman. The true want is the other way. Women really trained, and capable of good work, can command any wages or salaries.

Love me, and tell me so sometimes.

One ought not to write for money, but I consider it a first duty after one has written to exact the highest possible price. It is not a matter which concerns only the writer, but all writers.

Love is being able to view a situation without adding duality to it.

Sometimes I am two people. Johnny is the nice one. Cash causes all the trouble. They fight.

I have titles floating around in my head; I have sculptures floating around in my head. It's like a collage.

The secretary of Homeland Security working with myself and my staff will begin immediate construction of a border wall.

Intelligent martial arts is not getting in battles and winning them. Intelligent martial arts is avoiding battles because battles use up energy, and you can get hurt no matter who you are.

If half an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good or he is evil. (Melisandre of Asshai)

What if, every time I started to invent something, I asked, 'How would nature solve this?'

When the end comes, I hope it’s as strange as that. I hope that the sky tears open and the world is washed with colors that we’ve never seen before.

Public influence is the real government of the world.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”