“To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday. But to be hated, you don’t have to do squat!”

The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.

We men are wretched things.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

The journey is the thing.

The melancholy joys of evils pass’d, For he who much has suffer’d, much will know.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds, it makes ice.

I didn’t lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

The journey is its own reward.

Choose well.

Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind.

Empty words are evil.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.