Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

None of us got to where we are alone. Whether the assistance we received was obvious or subtle, acknowledging someone's help is a big part of understanding the importance of saying thank you.

Our critique of Israel has to be about the state, not culture or religion, but the state of Israel

I play better left wing. I prefer left, but I can play center or right.

I don't really want to control anyone, to be honest.

I just admire my mother very much.

Old age is somewhat like dieting. Every day there is less of us to be observed.

I am always grieved when a man of real talent dies. The world needs such men more than Heaven does.

When we complain, we remain. When we whine, we stay behind. When we praise, we raise.

Life is marvelous now because I have a tape recorder.