My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.

Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.

If my heart were not light, I would die.

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!

The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.

A woman is seldom roused to great and courageous exertion but when something most dear to her is in immediate danger.

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!

Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.

I wish for you a more difficult life, somewhere in the complicated center, where the courage of your convictions blends with humility and respect for others.

dont wait for the perfect moment just take the moment and make it perfect

Groceries became a revelation: the people coming out with bundles of food. It's all like a great ceremony, and the whole drudgery of shopping has become my inspiration.

When I say that human beings are just gene machines, one shouldn't put too much emphasis on the word 'just.' There is a very great deal of complication, and indeed beauty in being a gene machine.

I am paid by the word, so I always write the shortest words possible.

I don't think there is anything more bitter in American politics than a close election.

I had been in London innumerable times, and yet till that day I had never noticed one of the worst things about London-the fact that it costs money even to sit down.

I think the National Football League needs a new union. The heavyweights of this union are not heavyweights enough.

Mars, when guilty of homicide, and set free from the charge of murder by the Athenians through favour, lest he should appear to be too fierce and savage, committed adultery with Venus.

No way! Let me tell you, I'm no Elvis. Elvis had his time. I'm Vanilla Ice, and it's my turn now.