And make each day a critic on the last.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

The best way to prove the clearness of our mind, is by showing its faults; as when a stream discovers the dirt at the bottom, it convinces us of the transparency and purity of the water.

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings; Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.

Time itself made all things rare.

I'd never been a good damsel in distress. I was a "hands-on" damsel.

When you’re comfortable and content with who you are, the voices of others who try and define, control or direct you are not important.

It must be an odd person indeed that can say for certain they are normal.

I've got just as much luck with locks as I do hearts. In other words, no luck at all.

I write in order to make the little voices in my head go away. Thus far it hasn't worked.

I'm against ignorance. I'm against sloppy, emotional thinking. I'm against fashionable thinking. I am against the whole cliché of the moment.

The role of money in politics is terrible, particularly when you're running for president. You get a handful of billionaires who can basically buy the White House.

I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.

In spite of everything that was done to me and my race, in spite of the adversity and the bitter moments, again we rise.