Of all the phantoms fleeting in the mist Of time, though meagre all and ghostly thin; Most unsubstantial, unessential shade Was earthly fame.

Rumour was the messenger Of defamation, and so swift, that none Could be the first to tell an evil tale.

Who born so poor, Of intellect so mean, as not to know What seem'd the best; and knowing not to do? As not to know what God and conscience bade, And what they bade not able to obey?

That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!

Living jewels dropped unstained from heaven.

He was the freeman whom the truth made free; Who first of all, the bands of Satan broke; Who broke the bands of sin, and for his soul, In spite of fools consulted seriously.

Enjoyment stops where indolence begins.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept Essential love.

Sin is dark and loves the dark, still hides from itself in gloom, and in the darkest hell is still itself the darkest hell and the severest woe.

All are friends in heaven, all faithful friends, And many friendships in the days of Time Begun, are lasting there and growing still.

But the unfaithful priest, what tongue Enough, shall execrate?

Wise individuals frequently say very little, but what they do say hits the mark. Such remarks often remain in the mind of the recipient for a long time, possibly a lifetime.

The purpose of your life is the purpose you bring to it choice by choice and recognition by recognition.

...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

Poetry must be made by all and not by one.

People will be engaged in your work if it is good, interesting or challenging.

My favorite pitch to hit is the hanging curveball. Usually if you just put your swing on it and it's hanging up there, there's a good chance it's going to go pretty far.

Begin your day with prayer, and make it so soulful that it may remain with you until the evening.

Television, the drug of the nation, breeding ignorance and feeding radiation.

Looking repeatedly into the past, you do not necessarily become fascinated with your own life, but rather with the phenomenon of memory.

I never had that many friends growing up so I learned to be okay with just me.