Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far between.

How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.

The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud.

Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:—this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.

How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnished for the world to come.

Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.

When it draws near to witching time of night.

Elohim is my salvation, my strength and my song.

You with the tentacles, you're nicked!

We may train or peak for a certain race, but running is a lifetime sport.

It is not balance you need but adaptability.

The joy in life is to be used for a purpose. I want to be used up when I die.

The half is greater than the whole.

Perhaps he was a bit different from other people, but what really sympathetic person is not a little mad?

I don't have to live the lives of my characters to write about them. It's about really putting yourself in their shoes.

No. Not really. A weapon didn't come to an agreement with the hand that held it.

I don't care about image and all that nonsense. I'm in sweat pants every day. I don't play the game at all.