Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

I am not questioning God's power! It is God who gave us reason and circumspection! It is God we serve by exercising prudence!

Twisted and perverse are the ways of the human mind, " Jane intoned. "Pinocchio was such a dolt to try to become a real boy. He was much better off with a wooden head.

My heart is its own fierce country where no one else is welcome.

What is nonsense, and what is not, then, may be merely a matter of perspective.

The 2nd law of thermodynamics has the same degree of truth as the statement that if you throw a tumblerful of water into the sea, you cannot get the same tumblerful of water out again.

The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time.

. . . everything seems insupportable to me. This may very well be because I am insupportable myself.

A dozen direct censures are easier to bear than one morganatic compliment.

The shoulder surgery was a success. The lobotomy failed.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.