For each thorn, there's a rosebud... For each twilight - a dawn... For each trial - the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud - a rainbow... For each shadow - the sun... For each parting - sweet memories when sorrow is done.

Cunning is strength withheld.

We owe to man higher succors than food and fire. We owe to man, man.

Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.

As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.

Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass.

All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients.