The whole of anything$$$ is never told.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

You must save what you can of your life; you musn't lose it all simply because you've lost a part.

Excellence does not require perfection.

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn't matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we've done something wonderful... that's what matters to me.

It's all right letting yourself go$$$ as long as you can get yourself back.

Duty is ours: consequences are God's.

How is it possible to hate so deeply for deeds not yet done?

You say you're sure? Sure that you're in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple?

There is nothing like the silence and loneliness of night to bring dark shadows over the brightest mind.