I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.

Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.

Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.

We may conceive an hope that the next generation will in tongue and heart and every way else become English; so as there will be no difference or distinction but the Irish sea betwixt us.

This is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense; For ev'n the ears of such as have no skill, Perceive a discord, and conceive offence; And knowing not what's good, yet find the ill.

What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.

If aught can teach us aught, Affliction's looks, Making us pry into ourselves so, near, Teach us to know ourselves, beyond all books, Or all the learned schools that ever were.

Deeds are males, words females are.

For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?

Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.

Thou art true and honest as a dog.

Greatness is bought with time and so is financial prosperity.

Diplomacy is to do and say The nastiest thing in the nicest way.

Design and style should work toward making you look good and feel good without a lot of effort so you can get on with the things that matter.

No wedding bells for me anymore. I've been happily married to my profession for years.

I like digital cameras, because they enable you to reminisce immediately.

People of character don’t allow the environment to dictate their style.

Nobody cared about swimming. You could draw a crowd for basketball.

One of the billions of things I love about Beyonce: The harder she tries to come on crazy, the less crazy she sounds.

For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills the tubes of the ear until we think we hear a wind, actual.

An act has no ethical quality whatever unless it be chosen out of several all equally possible.