Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.

Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.

There is no armor against fate.

Death lays his icy hand on kings.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

There is no armour against fate.

When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.

How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!

There is no armor against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

There is no armour against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

Nature has endowed us with some measure of insanity to cope with the realities of daily life

...fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone, we're left with the concept, but not the true memory--why else...would anyone give birth more than once?

There are gods and there are true knights too. All the stories can't be lies.

Very few USA citizens realize that the USA corporate military is regarded by many to be both a domestic and international terrorist organization.

A women who doesn't wear perfume has no future.

My mother was a washerwoman - or a woman that cleaned houses in Texas... in Plano, Texas - who always loved poetry and always loved stories.

I won't have to miss smoking any more. Nobody smokes where I'm going: It's like a row of restaurants in California.

A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.

We lose thousands of our fellow Americans every year to opioid abuse.

You can be writing every day. When you go on a road trip, the trip itself becomes part of the story.