We are the sum total of the decisions we have made.

If you want to find out if someone is a true bookworm or not, give them a thousand page novel and see what happens.

How often have the greatest thoughts and ideas come to light during conversations with the family over the evening dinner?

If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.

Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?

Be wise today so you don’t cry tomorrow.

A new challenge keeps the brain kicking and the heart ticking.

You know how creative people are, we have to try everything until we find our niche.

Is that what those were?” Gerry blithely replied.

It’s not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it’s the most patriotic thing we can do.

No one messes around with a nerd’s computer and escapes unscathed.

There was something melancholic about that symbol of their nation’s promise of freedom, a bell with a chipped mouth and cleft body.

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

I mean really, how could an artistic individual stay grounded in the nitty-gritty of how many minutes per pound meat has to stay in the oven when trying to fathom the creative philosophy behind the...

Love is supposed to be based on trust, and trust on love, it’s something rare and beautiful when people can confide in each other without fearing what the other person will think.

There are so many problems to solve on this planet first before we begin to trash other worlds.

(Marlowe’s) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a ‘place’ invented by men.

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake …

A conscience without regrets ~ to live life without having to say you’re sorry.

I love the longueurs of a book even if they seem pointless because you can get a peek into the author’s mind, a glimpse of their creative soul.

There are some things you can’t learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life… the only college where everyone is a permanent student.

And to officially declare you have talent ” Suzy returned.

Could mankind declare it was truly wise? Did man know everything on earth, or would he ever? Certainly not!

…it’s just another one of those things I don’t understand: everyone impresses upon you how unique you are, encouraging you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time trying to squish you and everyone...

Heaven is not a republic.

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of ‘Stagefright Sympathy Sickness’.

It was not curiosity that killed the goose who laid the golden egg, but an insatiable greed that devoured common sense.

Righteous, I like that. Kinda fitting when you think about it. If we danced and shared music, we’d be too busy en-joy-in’ life to start a war.

By now, with all our modern technology, there should be no poverty left on earth.

He offered his love … she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!

It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.

While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t...

Free time is a terrible thing to waste. Read a book.

That’s it. Love makes us all strong.

Tempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter…with alliteration, no less!

God Is, Lucifer is a devil, and there is a Hell.

… an artist should paint from the heart, and not always what people expect. Predictability often leads to the dullest work, in my opinion, and we have been bored stiff long enough I think.

Ah, the magic of music, with it, all things are possible.

That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale.

Sometimes, the simple things are more fun and meaningful than all the banquets in the world …

There has to be a cut-off somewhere between the freedom of expression and a graphically explicit free-for-all.

Love, like Fortune, favours the bold.

Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.