Sing lullabie, as women do,Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;And lullabie can I sing to,As womanly as can the best.

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke. [The more the merrier.]

Full many wanton babes have I, Which must be stilled with lullaby.

In dance the hand hath liberty to touch, the eye to gaze, the arm for to embrace.

How sweet war is to such as know it not.

Suffiseth this to proove my theame withall,That every bullet hath a lighting place.

It's hard to get enough of something that almost works.

We can be civil to each other, and we can try to express ourselves acknowledging that we're all patriots, we're all Americans, and not assume the absolute worst in people's motives.

It has pleased God that divine verities should not enter the heart through the understanding, but the understanding through the heart.

It's hard to kill a creature once it lets you see its consciousness.

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

People around me never say anything. They just seem to want to hear what I have to say. That's why I do all the talking.

A great reputation is a great noise, the more there is of it, and the further does it swell. Land, monuments, Nations, all fall, but the noise remains, and will reach to other generations.

Nature, philosophy and social issues are the three things that always occupy my mind. You do not have any power over others but can only change yourself.

The life of a good man was a continual warfare with his passions.

I will take as a given that, for most people, somewhere between six and seven billion of them, the perfect job is the one that takes the least time.