“Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.”

There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

This is the age of oddities let loose.

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

There is music in all things, if men had ears.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

In solitude, when we are least alone.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Armenian is the language to speak with God.

It’s childish. It’s also responsible. It’s illuminating, enriching, joyful, drab. It’s bizarre, diabolical. It’s exciting.

I also want them to know that being successful is not the real world – that their parents get treated better because they’re on TV.

But in the right-wing media, they do have a right-wing bias. And they also have an agenda. So their agenda is: we’re an adjunct of the Republican Party, and we’re going push that agenda every day, and, as you say, brand these stories that help further the right-wing cause.

I saw greatness in John and he lived up to it. I also saw a tremendous competitor who loved to win.

Even though music is something I travel around doing, it is also a very private thing. A sort of escapism.

The 1990s were also when a bunch of the soft-shoe language for race, gender, and class became paramount.

And also making them for myself, obtaining them, appreciating them and diving into them.

But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…