“Throw off your worries when you throw off your clothes at night.”

It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr.

Orders and decorations are necessary in order to dazzle the people.

A woman laughing is a woman conquered.

Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and I have founded empires. But on what did we rest the creations of our genius? Upon force. Jesus Christ founded his empire upon love; and at this hour millions of men would die for him.

One is more certain to influence men, to produce more effect on them, by absurdities than by sensible ideas.

If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my god.

If we could read the past histories of all our enemies we would disregard all hostility for them.

I saw the crown of France laying on the ground, so I picked it up with my sword.

A revolution is an idea, taken up by bayonets.

Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.

A true man hates no one.

Great ambition is the passion of a great character. Those endowed with it may perform very good or bad acts. All depends on the principles which direct them.

China is a sleeping giant; let him sleep, for if he wakes, he will shake the World.

He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.

Give me enough medals and I’ll win you any war

Religion is excellent stuff for keeping common people quiet.

The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

Good Night, Goodnight, Dream.

Early on, if I was alone two-three nights in a row, I’d start writing poems about suicide.

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

Being famous used to just defeat me. I wouldn’t leave my house because I was worried about someone being like, ‘Oh, are you Mac Miller?’ and then the rest of the night I couldn’t be myself.

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.