“For public opinion does not admit that lofty rapturous laughter is worthy to stand beside lofty lyrical emotion and that there isall the difference in the world between it and the antics of a clown at a fair.”

How much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners.

Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die.

We ought to thank God for that. Yes, the man who tills the land is more worthy of respect than any.

Steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes?

Don’t blame the mirror if your face is faulty.

However stupid a fools words may be, they are sometimes enough to confound an intelligent man.

it’s not my job to preach a sermon. Art is anyhow a homily. My job is to speak in living images, not in arguments. I must exhibit life full-face, not discuss life.

I tell everyone very plainly that I take bribes, but what kind of bribes? Why, greyhound puppies. That’s a totally different matter.

Countless are, as the sand in the sea, the deep desires of men, and none resembles the other, and all of them, whether shameful, or great, in the beginning are obedient, but later become terrible masters over him.

Always think of what is useful and not what is beautiful. Beauty will come of its own accord.

The more debris there is the more it will show the governor’s activity.

A time of famine and poverty will come and the people as a whole as well as every individual in it will suffer.

Sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain.

Also, though not over-elderly, he was not over-young.

There are occasions when a woman, no matter how weak and impotent in character she may be in comparison with a man, will yet suddenly become not only harder than any man, but even harder than anything and everything in the world.

It is no use to blame the looking glass if your face is awry.

I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.

Lyrics are coming to you all the time. I get inspiration in the middle of the night.

The way I work uses a very on-the-spot flow, and I write the lyrics and the music when I feel them coming.

She won’t be that song you dance to, She’s that lyric you can’t get out of your head.

I’ve never heard anyone sing my lyrics with me while I perform so I think every song is going to be special because of that.

It’s starts with a story, then the music, Melody and lyrics last.

Celebration went after music. And music wanted to date pain. But pain fell in love with lyrics.

I’m a lyric man – I’m always looking for meaningful songs.