Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

Like people would ever want to read books on an electronic screen.

Time...give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.

I love my dog, but since the kids came along, the petting has gone out of our relationship.

I don't know why this is, maybe because I am 33 or what, but I didn't think it would be that easy for me to get pregnant. But it was.

People are quite frequently eccentric.

A turbo: exhaust gasses go into the turbocharger and spin it, witchcraft happens and you go faster.

Resentment is an extremely bitter diet, I have no desire to make my own toxins.

The ripeness of adolescence is prodigal in pleasures, skittish, and in need of a bridle.

Fantastic truths perish slower... Sappho's moon will survive the moon of Armstrong. Different computations are necessary.

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.