No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

The best way to prove the clearness of our mind, is by showing its faults; as when a stream discovers the dirt at the bottom, it convinces us of the transparency and purity of the water.

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings; Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.

Even in peace there is war.

something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace

Beliefs are the umbrella that we use to protect ourselves on rainy days.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

The most exhausting thing you can do is to be inauthentic.

Stress comes from trying to achieve, trying to do something, trying to keep up with the events of the world, the speed of the world, and trying to accomplish, to produce results.

I learned that fighting on the chess board could also have an impact on the political climate in the country.

Bill Gates is the pope of the personal computer industry. He decides who is going to build.

Don't try to teach men how to do anything in public. They can learn in private; in public they have to know.

Beautiful women, whose beauty meant more than it said... was their brilliancy always fed by something coarse and concealed? Was that their secret?