Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.

God help me, I'm just not that bright.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

I've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

I'm not a bath man myself. More of a cologne man.