My poor vision gives me a soft-focus morning. For the first half hour I kind of wander through my house and everything is a blur. I put my contacts in when I'm ready to deal with the world.

My extravagance is my garden - it's the first thing I look at every morning when I wake up. It gives me so much pleasure.

I obviously take a lot of pride in what I do on the football field because that has the ability to influence a lot of people. That puts smiles on people's faces. That gives people a pep in their step on Monday morning when they go back to work.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own and from morning to night as from the cradle to the grave it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.

Burning desire to be or do something gives us staying power - a reason to get up every morning or to pick ourselves up and start in again after a disappointment.

I don't know what to do with it. I'm very fortunate to have it and it gives you room to maneuver. But the main thing about having money is it means you don't have to worry about it. And that for me is a lovely thing. It's not for fast cars and hookers.

I'm tired of love I'm still more tired of rhyme but money gives me pleasure all the time.

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.

That's the trouble with being me. At this point nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like 'Yeah big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'

Flattery is a kind of bad money to which our vanity gives us currency.

My mom gives me an allowance. She keeps me pretty tight-reined.

My mom didn't let me play video games growing up so now I do. Gaming gives me a chance to just let go blow somebody up and fight somebody from another dimension. It's all escapism.

If I err in belief that the souls of men are immortal I gladly err nor do I wish this error which gives me pleasure to be wrested from me while I live.

Marriage gives you a new respect for a person.

Love seeketh not itself to please nor for itself hath any care but for another gives its ease and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

Justice that love gives is a surrender justice that law gives is a punishment.