“I’m sure you’re very nice, but you’d be even nicer if you went away.”

Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.

Philosophy cannot be taught; it is the application of the sciences to truth.

Everyone knows that drunkards and lovers have a protecting diety.

Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

So heavy is the chain of wedlock that it needs two to carry it, and sometimes three.

The difference between treason and patriotism is only a matter of dates.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

When a man resolves to avenge himself, he should first of all tear out the heart from his breast.

Happiness is egotistical.

Learning does not make one learned: there are those who have knowledge and those who have understanding. The first requires memory and the second philosophy.

It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising.

If you wish to discover the guilty person, first find out to whom the crime might be useful.

It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.

For all evils there are two remedies – time and silence.

Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.

I am a nice person. I care about my driver having lunch, you know.

There’s people making babies to my music. That’s nice.

I am so tired of ruggedly handsome heroes. I don’t know too many ruggedly handsome people who are necessarily nice people. In fact, the beautiful people have a big handicap because they rely too much on their appearance and don’t bother to become interesting.

Some people are more nice than wise.

Once we played at the Fillmore opposite The Cream. Eric Clapton was there and he played his ass off that night …

Every man has been brought up with the idea that decent women don’t pop in and out of bed; he has always been told by his mother that “nice girls don’t.” He finds, of course, when he gets older that this may be untrue-but only in a certain section of society.

I fell in love with the classical crossover genre when I was on AGT. I found out that I could use the microphone to establish a deeper intimacy with the audience. I did not portray an opera character; I was my true self.

As long as I was well fed, I was a very, very nice child. I just used my imagination and played with Barbies. I was pretty easy.