Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.

To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

Without challenge we become too comfortable with life.

Never judge anyone by the choices they've made, because you never know they might have selected the best option out of two bad choices.

Market economy favors the have against the have not

Basketball has consumed me since the age of 7 or 8. I don't know what I would do without it.

Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.

Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

The secret is to have eight great players and four others who will cheer like crazy.

You must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.

How much that the world calls selfishness is only generosity with narrow walls,--a too exclusive solicitude to maintain a wife in luxury, or make one's children rich.