“Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.”

Evil is only good perverted.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.

Into each life some rain must fall.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

It is a beautiful trait in the lover’s character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.

I mean, it’s gotten to be really stretched out now. It was never my intention to say, this is the demographics of our audience.

It seems to me that evolution adds greatly to the wonder of life because it takes it out of the realm of the arbitrary, the exceptional, and links it to the sequence of natural causation.

That’s one of our biggest challenges is finding out how to do that. There are times when you have to scale back.

I done paid Gunna to write my songs. I never put the songs out but like when I first started rapping I used to pay him like $100 like ‘I’ma give you a $100 write something for me so I can try to learn to go in and record it.’

I am the drum on which God is beating out his message.

The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.

My mother told me, ‘Son, nobody else but God knows.’ And that’s what I’m about – reaching out to the people, crying with them, giving them hope.

An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.