Onstage I'm the happiest person in the world.
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a person I'd send you me! Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
We've got to somehow stabilize our connection to nature so that in 50 years from now, 500 years, 5,000 years from now there will still be a wild system and respect for what it takes to sustain us.
No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.
I believe that the evidence will show that there was not so much a conspiracy, but a convergence of interests with three different groups that had an interest in eliminating [Malcolm X] voice and his vision.
The danger with Margret Thatcher is that when she speaks without thinking she says what she thinks.