A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond / Frightened the reign of Chaos and old Night.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

I can only run at pace of my breath.

One of the darkest, deepest shames so many of us mothers feel nowadays is our fear that we are Bad Mothers, that we are failing our children and falling far short of our own ideals.

Serving God is doing good to man, but praying is thought an easier service and therefore more generally chosen.

Lead the life that will make you kindly and friendly to everyone about you, and you will be surprised what a happy life you will lead.

Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.

I'm hoping the reader can see that artificial intelligence is better understood as a belief system instead of a technology.

I obviously hoped that everything that I found would make a difference. It ended up being way behind my wildest dreams.

Whether of not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

I'm not a liberal, I'm a radical!

When we depress, we believe we are the victims of a feeling over which we have no control.