It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

Death and taxes and childbirth. There's never any convenient time for any of them.

A fine poem combines the elements of meaning, music, and a form like a living frame that holds it together.

If this is your idea of glamour, I'm having second thoughts about letting you make me over.

As long as there are musicians who have a passion for spontaneity, for creating something thats never been before, the art form of jazz will flourish.

I guess I just don't like being physically in front of people I don't know very well, because I expect to be "seen through," or, even worse, instantly hated.

I would have made different choices. You know, I might have married somebody else.

So I try not to have any actual expectations for myself for any level of success or failure.

I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.

I'm not the number-one guy here ... if it translates to winning, I don't mind taking a step back as far as roles.

Worried thought prevents practical thought which could prevent worried thought.