In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.

Men expect too much, do too little.

The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale.

Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.

Other psychological theories say a good deal about compensation.

The day's at end and there's nowhere to go, Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying; Get up and once again politely lying Invite the ladies toward the mistletoe.

The mission for the day is to encourage students to think beyond traditional career opportunities, prepare for future careers and entrance into the workplace.

I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn.

So face with calm that heritage And earn contempt before the age.

Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.

Peering, I heard the hooves come down the hill. The posse passed, twelve horse; the leader's face Was worn as limestone on an ancient sill.

No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?

I'm thinking of switching banks, and my friend said, 'Well, what's wrong with Citibank?' Well, they can't spell 'city.' I hope their math is better than their English is.

There is nothing fatherly about time and what it does to us, either.

[Visualisation] works most powerfully when you realize that it is already a reality on the unseen level. It's already there.

Democratic nation states remain far more capable of managing the circuit of coercion, taxation and legitimation than any transnational bodies.

Pain and happiness are simply conditions of the ego. Forget the ego.

Let us face ourselves bravely as we are. For only a philosophy that recognizes reality can lead us into true happiness, and only that kind of philosophy is sound and healthy.

A delicate, inexorable lattice of inferences began to assemble themselves, like a crystal, in the old man's mind, shivering, catching the light in glints and surmises.

When the wise man opens his mouth, the beauties of his soul present themselves to the view, like the statues in a temple.

Man's command of the language is most important. Next to kissing, it's the most exciting form of communication.