Good-humor only teaches charms to last, Still makes new conquests and maintains the past.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

The best way to prove the clearness of our mind, is by showing its faults; as when a stream discovers the dirt at the bottom, it convinces us of the transparency and purity of the water.

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings; Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.

The day we put an end to believing in hope will be the day we stop existing, for without hope, we are nothing.

We have achieved two of the three alchemists' dreams: We have transmuted the elements and learned to fly. Immortality is next.

If you put a small value on yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.

Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.

Everyone thinks they can write a play you just write down what happened to you. But the art of it is drawing from all the moments of your life.

For in grief nothing 'stays put.' One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

To will is human, to will the bad is of fallen nature, but to will the good is of Grace.

Let no one tell me that silence gives consent, because whoever is silent dissents.

I mean I am not Hilary Duff. Like I have my own path that I'm going to go on.

A mystic is a hysteric who has met her confessor before her doctor.