A Christian's wit is offensive light, A beam that aids, but never grieves the sight; Vig'rous in age as in the flush of youth, 'Tis always active on the side of truth.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

I lost someone close to me once . . . Taught me to live in the moment. Life is short, you know?

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

Just as with the man in the fairy tale who turned whatever he touched into gold, with me everything is turned into newspaper clamor.

Why would you want someone who is conflicted and doesn't know if they love you or not?

Give me, instead of beauty's bust, A tender heart, a loyal mind, Which with temptation I could trust, Yet never linked with error find.

But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.

Democracy is stronger than terrorism, and we will not cower to the terrorists' campaign of fear.

If the heart is hardened, the intellect is darkened.

History is littered with many, many talented young people who got a break damaged in the end by fame and other things when they were young and took it.

Where the press is free and every man able to read, all is safe.