My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

If you cannot sit on a throne like a king, seize, like a tent-pitcher, the rope of the Royal tent.

I have grown up to be many things, but dainty sure as hell isn't one of them.

The more things you do, the more you can do.

You do get scrutinized in the digital age. You know they're zooming in on every pore, which you've got to forget about.

When you have another actor as your boss, they understand how to communicate easier sometimes than just a writer.

Moral: Don't try to Account for Anything.

In God we trust, everybody else bring data to the table.

We atheists can argue that, with the modern revolution in attitudes toward homosexuals, we have become the only group that may not reveal itself in normal social discourse.

You know raising a family in the lifestyle of a professional athlete can be very difficult.

cleverness is a disease.