Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.

The greatest men May ask a foolish question, now and then.

Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish; And when an angler for his dish, Through gluttony's vile sin, Attempts, the wretch, to pull thee out, God give thee strength, O gentle trout, To pull the rascal in!

People may have too much of a good thing: Full as an egg of wisdom thus I sing.

It is money makes the mare to trot.

What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be damned than mentioned not at all.

The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find, Lies through their mouths or I mistake mankind.

To wear long faces, just as if our Maker, The God of goodness, was an undertaker.

Some one has said of a fine and honorable old age, that it was the childhood of immortality.

No, let the monarch's bags and others hold The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.

A peculiarity of the nature of your mind is that, in contrast to your physical constitution (dosha) that is fixed from birth, it can be altered through discrimination and choice.

I'm not afraid of putting myself out there to someone and then them passing on it. At least you could have gotten a 'yes.' So it's worthwhile to have the cojones to do it.

Anybody can say they want to be the greatest ever. I take pride in it. If you're around me long enough and watch me work, that's what I'm striving for. I won't stop until I am.

I would rather die on my feet than continue living on my knees.

I do not think that any sorrow of youth or manhood equalled in intensity or duration the black and hopeless misery which followed the wrench of transference from a happy home to a school.

This is your heart.Keep it locked until the chap turns up who has the key.

Being against torture ought to be sort of a multipartisan thing.

Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.

We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of inertia and the irksomeness of action.

The way is near, but men seek it afar. It is in easy things, but men seek for it in difficult things.