Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U- Niversity of Gottingen.

A steady patriot of the world alone, The friend of every country but his own.

I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.

There is nothing I know of so sublime as a fact.

Away with the cant of 'Measures not men!'-the idle supposition that it is the harness and not the horses that draw the chariot along.

In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just twenty per cent.

I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.

If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?

Simplicity is the friend of execution

Qualifications or not without gratitude you not qualified enough to be a leader.

In the six degrees of separation, not all degrees are equal.

How desperately difficult it is to be honest with oneself. It is much easier to be honest with other people.What is true is invisible to the eye. It is only with the heart that one can see clearly.

Vengeance taken will often tear the heart and torment the conscience.

I was essentially paid to perpetuate the myth that we are all, or should at least try to be, 17 and a size 2 forever.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don’t want a happy ending, I want more story.

And a utility belt! I'm like an asthmatic Batman!