Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

0 little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by.

If I'm training I'm cutting weight for a competition. I'm hard. I'm pretty much eating animal protein and that's it. No rice, no beans, certainly no sweets.

I was very nervous, excited, and happy to be given the opportunity to even be in the major leagues.

Why did we do that to Pluto? We had it good with Pluto.

Surely love has nothing to do with the mind, it is not the product of the mind; love is entirely independent of calculation, of thought.

When you play a violin piece, you are a storyteller, and you're telling a story.

I was in a cult for thirty-four years. Everyone else could see it. I don’t know why I couldn’t.

Coming from Britain, I was terrified of meeting all these other artists, because artists over there tend to fight with each other a lot, the premise being that there's not enough room for everybody.

Mystery is the antagonist of truth. It is a fog of human invention, that obscures truth, and represents it in distortion.

Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.