He is dead in this world who has no belief in another.

Old age is never honored among us, but only indulged, as childhood is; and old men lose one of the most precious rights of man,--that of being judged by their peers.

One is led astray alike by sympathy and coldness, by praise and by blame

Art will always be art.

Once I blazed across the sky, Leaving trails of flame; I fell to earth, and here I lie - Who'll help me up again? -A Shooting Star

Being brilliant is no great feat if you respect nothing.

If society gives up the right to impose the death penalty, then self-help will appear again and personal vendettas will be around the corner.