For a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair. The medications helped, too, I thought, sir.

If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

Your father calls you to his court. You need not pack. You go garbed in glorious raiment. He waits eagerly by his palace doors to welcome you, and has prepared a place at the high table, by his side, in the company of the great-souled, honored, and best-beloved.

The world is made by the people who show up for the job.

You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.