How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

Mine is the night, with all her stars.

Alcohol, I had learned, was an eloquent if somewhat inaccurate interpreter. I had placed my trust that December night in glass after glass of it, eager not for drink but for a bit of talk.

Don't you dare underestimate the power of your own instinct.

The laws of a state change with the changing times.

To love someone is to identify with them.

Sometimes I want to have a mental book burning that would scour my mind clean of all the filthy visions literature has conjured there. But how to do without 'The Illiad?' How to do without 'Macbeth?

Give up being perfect for being authentic. Be who you are. Love who you are. Others will too.

There was that feminist myth that we can do everything. I don't think you can.

I want to make music that somehow connects to the things that I love in America music.

Sometimes just a smile on our face can help to make this world a better place.

Poetry...the deepest abyss of infinity.