Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults.

The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

We weep and laugh, as we see others do.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

There’s only so many times you can fight before the only person you fight for is yourself.

While looking into the mirror, you are saying to yourself: I am the best. Your own reflection makes you forget the only presence in the mirror.

Pro football is like nuclear warfare. There are no winners, only survivors.

Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.

We stand, as it were, on the shore, and see multitudes of our fellow beings struggling in the water, stretching forth their arms, sinking, drowning, and we are powerless to assist them.

I can assure you that next to my bed, there is always a copy of the Dharmapada which I read from every night.

If you spend your energies looking for and analysing situations not closely followed by other informed investors, your chance of finding bargains greatly increases.

My father retired to San Francisco, and I got a chance to know him and be around him. It's always been someplace where everything changed for the better. It's always been a home for me.

A novel is balanced between a few true impressions and the multitude of false ones that make up most of what we call life.

I have to start my real life soon, before I die of boredom and frustration.