And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.

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.

Faith is secured by adversity, but endangered by security.

Given the choice between one lifetime spent with you or a thousand without, I will always choose you.

I sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bled

What does not contain love must contain an illusion.

One of the ways of helping to destroy a people is to tell them they don't have a history that they have no roots.

Attention leads to immortality. Carelessness leads to death. Those who pay attention will not die, while the careless are as good as dead already.

The sort of morality which the priests inculcate is a very subtle policy, far finer than the politicians', and the world is very successfully ruled by them as the policemen.

Take the craziest dream you ever had and go after it. Make it a reality. I don't want you to dream, I want you to do.

Why did I become a writer? A bird's feather on my windowpane in winter and all at once there arose in my heart a battle of embers never to subside again.

The voting records of virtually every member of Congress reveal that the oath of office is more a ceremonial gesture than a sacred commitment.