Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

Generally I try to avoid discussing consciousness, since it's, like, hard.

Previous journeys had taught me the danger of taking too much stuff.

Where is that man who has forgotten words that I may have a word with him?

All I really want to be is boring. When people talk about me, I'd like them to say, Carol's basically a short Bill Bradley. Or, Carol's kind of like Al Gore in a skirt.

Go where you are wanted and stray from where you aren't. Surround yourself with positive people and environments.

Custom is second nature. Be accustomed to a bald head, sufficiently accustomed, and hair on it would seem monstrous.

You don't need everyone to help you. You just need one touch of favor, and you will accomplish in a split second what could have taken your whole lifetime.

What point is there to all the wealth and power that America may have if they can't look after its own?

The challenge of ultrarunning is 90 percent mental, and the other 10 percent is all in our heads