In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

The past is obdurate.

I eat everything I want on Christmas day. I really don't watch what I eat. It's not like you have Christmas every day!

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.

Death is but an aspect of life, and the destruction of one material form is but a prelude to building up of another.

If I only had two dollars left I would spend one dollar on PR.

As you manage your money, you manage your life.

World Christians are heaven's expatriates, camping where the Kingdom is best served.

I suspect that I am the result of particularly weak conception on the part of my father. His sperm was probably emitted in a rather offhand manner.

I am certain that there are two things in life which are dependable: the delights of the flesh and the delights of literature. I have had the good fortune to enjoy them both equally.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.