A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

When you are not accepted, dare to be exceptional.

The Master said, “The gentleman understands what is right, whereas the petty man understands profit.”(Analects 4.16)

Live your life remembering good experiences, the bad ones were just lessons

American workers won't be able to compete fairly for jobs until companies have to pay higher wages in countries like China and India.

An ounce of sauce covers a multitude of sins.

It would be kind of a tragedy if we got to the end of four years of Democratic rule without having really tried any Democratic policies.

If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin around.

As an artist, you're pretty sheltered backstage. You often don't know what's going on out there.

I'm not part of the Hollywood scene. I don't run around with 30 women. I have a very calm household. I'm surrounded by my grandkids and wonderful friends, and I consider myself very lucky.

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility.