So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

The virtuous man takes the middle road between the two extremes, making a point of being respectful of his own ideas without changing his personality or style.

People have motives, what they are, is what you need to notice.

Growing older is mandatory, but growing up is optional.

Art is a delayed echo.

It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.

I was really not a good student, and I felt that shame every day. That's one of the reasons I started smoking pot and drinking daily.

I love Opening Ceremony, Kenzo - anything Humberto Leon and Carol Lim touch. I drool over Christopher Kane, Mary Katrantzou, Delpozo, and Wes Gordon.

Wine is for sharing. What's the fun of swirling, swishing, sloshing and yakking if my friends can't join in?

Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.

All pride is willing pride.