It is our needs that interpret the world; our drives and their For and Against. Every drive is a kind of lust to rule; each one has its perspective that it would like to compel all other drives to accept as a norm.

Happiness depends more upon the internal frame of a person's own mind than on the externals in the world.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it.

She wasn't a big impact on my life. It's just interesting to me how interested the world is about Taylor Swift. The reason I mention that is because if I had [properly] gone out with Taylor Swift, I would've been, 'F-king hell, I am not being Taylor Swift's boyfriend.' You know, 'F-k. That.' That's also a man thing, a demasculinating [sic], emasculating thing.