For the next inn he spurs amain, In haste alights, and skuds away, But time and tide for no man stay.

Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.

Fortune is like a widow won,And truckles to the bold alone.

Let all the learned say what they can, 'tis ready money makes the man.

The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings.

Beauty is truth's smile, when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

You cannot water your own plant if you are waiting on other people's approval to do so. Stop living your one and only life waiting for validation, start seeking your own inner voice to guide you.

The responsibility of literatuure is to make people awake, present, alive. If the writer wanders, then the reader, too, will wander.

We'll have all night for slow and sweet, " she said softly. "But right now, I really want that hard and fast you mentioned earlier.

If you have no Honey in your Pot, have some in your Mouth.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

Bad English was the second language of Israel and bad Hebrew, of course, remained the national language.

So let us then try to climb the mountain, not by stepping on what is below us, but to pull us up at what is above us, for my part at the stars; amen.

Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?

I'm no longer interested in the possible.