Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.

People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

If you win power, remember why you wanted it.

I'm many things, most of 'em bad. But a man of political principles? No.

Men are born, and then they're formed.

We all have problems, and we must solve them together or we die alone.