“I do not have love does not mean I don’t have anybody.”

Modern paintings are like women, you’ll never enjoy them if you try to understand them.

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

We’re a bit flashy, but the music’s not one big noise.

In terms of love, you’re not in control and I hate that feeling. I seem to write a lot of sad songs because I’m a very tragic person. But there’s always an element of humor at the end.

I dress to kill, but tastefully.

The concept of Queen is to be regal and majestic. Glamour is part of us, and we want to be dandy.

I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.

It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining, I feel good, and no one’s going to stop me now.

Who wants to live forever?

I like to be surrounded by splendid things.

The most important thing is to live a fabulous life. As long as it’s fabulous I don’t care how long it is.

My game of love has just begun, love runs from my head down to my toes. My love is pumping through my veins. Play the game, driving me insane.

In the early days, we just wore black onstage. Very bold, my dear. Then we introduced white, for variety, and it simply grew and grew.

One year of love is better than a lifetime alone.

I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.

I’m as gay as a daffodil, my dear!

Philosophy when superficially studied, excites doubt, when thoroughly explored, it dispels it.

I truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.

To suffering there is a limit; to fearing, none.

It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards.

There is nothing more difficult than waking someone who is only pretending to be asleep.

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read.

We break ourselves to fit better into all the wrong hearts.