Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye.

Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.

The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as the upright of heart.

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king

Shape your coat according to your cloth.

Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels.

New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism.

Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!

Blest is that government where no art thrives.

A bit of fantasy can be good for ones heart

Youth can not know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

It was hope, dying unsurprised.

Silence does not always imply consent. Sometimes it simply means that the silent one has opted out of a discussion with idiots.

Our responsibility is not simply shielding those we care for from adversity but preparing them to meet it well.

I try to write about real women, real people - in other words flawed characters.

The mind in itself wants nothing, unless it creates a want for itself; therefore it is both free from perturbation and unimpeded, if it does not perturb and impede itself.

The baggage in your individual life will weigh down your married life. Do something about it.

When you have overcome one temptation, you must be ready to enter the lists with another. As distrust, in some sense, is the mother of safety, so security is the gate of danger.

Now, there are a very large number of bodily movements, having their source in our nervous system, that do not possess the character of conscious actions.