Their mothers had finally caught up to them and been proven right. There were consequences after all but they were the consequences to things you didn’t even know you’d done.

Mozart’s music is so pure and beautiful that I see it as a reflection of the inner beauty of the universe.

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.

When you have to make a choice and don’t make it, that is in itself a choice.

Why should we think upon things that are lovely? Because thinking determines life. It is a common habit to blame life upon the environment. Environment modifies life but does not govern life. The soul is stronger than its surroundings.

Nothing good ever comes of violence.

Only when the tide goes out do you discover who’s been swimming naked.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

Many people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.

I always say this about my music, and music in general: Music is like a time capsule. Each album reflects what I’m going through or what’s going on in my life at that moment.

Basically, when you get to my age, you’ll really measure your success in life by how many of the people you want to have love you actually do love you.

In this business, by the time you realize you’re in trouble, it’s too late to save yourself. Unless you’re running scared all the time, you’re gone.

When we got into office, the thing that surprised me most was to find that things were just as bad as we’d been saying they were.

Philosophy is common sense with big words.

Sometimes I catch myself stooping, and whenever I am like that, I am sure something is not quite right.

Philosophy is the highest music.

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

It’s a question of whether we’re going to go forward into the future, or past to the back.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

The difference is too nice – Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.

For having lived long, I have experienced many instances of being obliged, by better information or fuller consideration, to change opinions, even on important subjects, which I once thought right but found to be otherwise.

To suffer the penalty of too much haste, which is too little speed.

I am getting to the point where the only love worth being in is the love worth singing about.

The worst evil of disregard for some law is that it destroys respect for all law.

Life is the childhood of our immortality.

One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

Time discovers truth.

One can not reflect in streaming water. Only those who know internal peace can give it to others.

The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.

How does a nice Catholic girl end up going to prison for a year? It’s crazy. I’ve made mistakes. I have to pay for those mistakes.

It’s what counts, isn’t it, on the Sunday, rather than pre-season testing. If you lock up, you do a little mistake, it’s nothing, but if you do it on Sunday, you lose a place or you have to box for a flat spot or something like that. It’s a much bigger problem.

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

To read without reflecting is like eating without digesting.

Where there is no opposition to evil, it multiplies.

Very often, say what you will, a knave is only a fool.

One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn’t do.

Fear follows crime and is its punishment.

Thank God, I never was cheerful. I come from the happy stock of the Mathers, who, as you remember, passed sweet mornings reflecting on the goodness of God and the damnation of infants.

It didn’t even occur to me that I’m the last person in the world who should play salsa or Brazilian music.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

I think that’s something that all mothers have to deal with, especially single mothers. We work, and we have to leave the kids behind. And I think that’s one of the reasons that we, not only as women but as families, we have to advocate for early childhood education for all of our children.

All things truly wicked start from innocence.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.

It seems to never occur to fools that merit and good fortune are closely united.

Science never solves a problem without creating ten more.

It is a curious thing: man, the centre and creator of all science, is the only object which our science has not yet succeeded in including in a homogeneous representation of the universe. We know the history of his bones, but no ordered place has yet been found in nature for his reflective intelligence.

Conscience is a mother-in-law whose visit never ends.

The mind of the painter must resemble a mirror, which always takes the colour of the object it reflects and is completely occupied by the images of as many objects as are in front of it.

It takes a long time to bring the past up to the present.

But if you – if what – the reports are true, what they’re saying is, is that as a consequence of us getting 30 million additional people health care, at the margins that’s going to increase our costs, we knew that.

In every parting there is an image of death.

You always have to remember that if you say something negative, it’s going to come back to haunt you.

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow.

It’s still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.

Myth and fairy-story must, as all art, reflect and contain in solution elements of moral and religious truth (or error), but not explicit, not in the known form of the primary ‚real‘ world.

I let people fill in the blanks on their own. If they want to think about their ex, that’s fine. If they want to think about maybe who one of my exes is, then that’s fine. And it might not be right, because I’m the only one who knows what these songs are really about. It’s the one shred of privacy I have in the matter.