A mind attacked and conquered is guided easily away from the paths of its own soul.
All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
It's fiction's job to express how it feels to be living now, and it's a complex feeling, full of contradiction. To me it often feels like a brutal trivialization of reality.
Money is not good or evil. It has no morals or intentions on its own. Money reflects the character of the user.
I've always had that obsessive will to win and a commitment to excellence.
The media have, indeed, provided the Devil with perhaps the greatest opportunity accorded him since Adam and Eve were turned out of the Garden of Eden.