A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.

Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality. I have been for many years a teacher of languages. It is an occupation which at length becomes fatal to…

They please, are pleased, they give to get esteem, Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.

Who dispenses reputation? Who makes us respect and rever persons, works, laws, the great? Who but this faculty of imagination? All the riches of the earth are …

Now I'm back to set the record straight/With my A-K/I'm still the thug that you love to hate/Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up