Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

She who means no mischief does it all.

Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.

The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.

Reason gains all people by compelling none.

Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.

Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.

Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.

Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.

Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.

Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.

I'm talking to myself in two different personas now. I'm reaching for a full-throttle meltdown and why not? Why stop halfway? Why not just go for it, jump on and ride the wave?

The incidence of memory is like light from dead stars whose influence lingers long after the events themselves.

It's never too late to change your luck

quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

The manner of giving shows the character of the giver, more than the gift itself.

The world can now maintain an acute infection in a way that is unprecedented in the history of life on our planet.

If a scientist is not befuddled by what they're looking at, then they're not a research scientist.

I'm 42 now, what I would consider prime time.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.

This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, Built as it has been in our waning years, A rest afforded to our weary feet, Preliminary to - the last retreat.