It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.

A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.

The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.

The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.

True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.

A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.

There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

Success produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.

I sometimes think that I don't have a purpose in this world. I am simply useless and wandering.

How did we keep getting so lost in a midnight world? Why did we continue lamenting as we wounded our hearts and were cut apart?

By educating the young, we are building a liberating potential force indirectly.

What you love is your own love. It's not love, it's selfishness. It's not me you think of, but what you feel about me.

Nearly everyone I met, worked with, or read about was my teacher, one way or another.

Her hearing was keener than his, and she heard silences he was unaware of.

Many ideas happen to us. We have intuition, we have feeling, we have emotion, all of that happens, we don't decide to do it. We don't control it.

Those who play with fire should expect to be consumed by it.

Before brains there was no color or sound in the universe, nor was there any flavor or aroma and probably little sense and no feeling or emotion.

i happen to enjoy categorization.