All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

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.

Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting

Jesus Christ shed His blood so we could have a life filled with victories

That's just the trouble, you make an effort to think about it. Concentrate entirely on your breathing, as if you had nothing else to do!

God always strives together with those who strive.

And I'll stay off Verlaine too; he was always chasing Rimbauds.

I can tell by your eye shadow, you're from Brooklyn, right? . . . Me too. My mother has plastic covers on all the furniture. Even the poodle. Looked like a barking hassock walking down the street.

It's your money. You paid for it.

Things seem more when you’re little. They seem bigger, and distances seem farther.

New fiction writers are a special breed in my estimation, and I never dreamed that so many people would be interested, but I remember being led by God

The higher the standard of education in a profession, the less marked will be the charlatanism.