How sickly grow, How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales That, circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope To feel, the genial vigor of the sun!

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain.

You don't ask a juggler which ball is highest in priority. Success is to do it all.

Know, then, whatever cheerful and serene supports the mind supports the body too.

Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong, Be it in music, painting, or in song: But this, as well as other faculties, Improves with age and ripens by degrees.

Our greatest good, and what we least can spare, Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.

For want of timely care Millions have died of medicable wounds.

Your friends avoid you, brutishly transform'd They hardly know you, or if one remains To wish you well, he wishes you in heaven.

Tis not too late to-morrow to be brave.

There are, while human miseries abound, A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, Without one fool or flatterer at your board, Without one hour of sickness or disgust.

Tis not for mortals always to be blest.

Whether I scare some people or not, I don't give a hoot. If you're not scared by now, nothing can scare you.

I always knew he was selfish and self-indulgent and kind of lazy

There comes a moment for all of us when our childhood ceases to be an excuse. In your case, I would say that, as with many English, the moment is somewhat delayed.

To him that waits all things reveal themselves, provided that he has the courage not to deny, in the darkness, what he has seen in the light.

What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.

The snow, which had fallen quietly at first, was now pelting against the windowpanes, driven by a wicked wind; the storm was rapidly assuming proportions of a blizzard.

To think that this is the only universe, that the physical creation is all there is, these are the dogmas of our times.

True forgiveness and love arise naturally, effortlessly, from the silence of the heart broken all the way open.

I am a big fan of music in terms of storytelling device.

Love trumps logic?" "Every time.