I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.

Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.

Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.

The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely, In the flattering toils of philandery.

Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up - you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that's beautiful and rare.

Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.

Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.

I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

You will not be able to effectively utilize your inherited wealth if you do not work diligently

New legislation has just been adopted by the International Labour Organization on the Worst Forms of Child Labor, such as bonded labour, prostitution and hazardous work.

Richard Christian Matheson is a master of compression. He knows how to catch a moment in words and convey it straight to the reader's heart.

I know in my situation, my mind works more than everything else. I've been like that my whole career.

Everything in my career is my decision - every picture, every outfit. You get one chance at this, and I never saw myself as being a puppet.

I constantly have to negotiate with my doubts.

We live in the midst of a creation that is groaning.

Call upon the Goddess and God to protect you and teach you the secrets of magic. Ask stones and plants to reveal their powers - and listen.

But they're already singing our praises!" "They are Americans. They toot their horns for anything.

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?