Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far between.

How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.

The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud.

Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:—this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.

How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnished for the world to come.

Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!

Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.

When it draws near to witching time of night.

Live in your dream. Refuse to wake up until it is completely over. Then dream again.

Its just human nature. People forget past and only care about their present and don't think what will happen in future...

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

You can easily take photographs at a wedding - no one would question it. But funerals are different.

A horse to one who loves him is a cure for many ills.

My siblings and I are known as ABCs, American-born Chinese.

We all lived through September 11. I was here at the Capitol that day. I saw the evil of our enemies written in the smoke rising above the Pentagon.

Also, chubby people can never truly pull off ethereal the same way skinny people can never be jolly.

Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.

Theater is still a medium which attracts young writers. You'd think that it would be all over by now, with television and film. But it's not.