As the skull of the man grows broader, so do his creeds. And his gods they are shaped in his image and mirror his needs. And he clothes them with thunders and beauty, He clothes them with music and fire, Seeing not, as he bows by their altars, That he worships his own desire.

The things that I can't have I want, And what I have seems second-rate, The things I want to do I can't, And what I have to do I hate.

It takes all sorts of people to make the underworld.

My heart hath followed all my days Something I cannot name.

Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.

An idea isn't responsible for the people who believe in it.

An optimist is a guy that has never had much experience.