That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor self: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.

Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.

The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.

Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.

We may live without friends; we may live without books But civilized men cannot live without cooks.

We are our own fates.- Our deeds are our own doomsmen.- Man's life was made not for creeds but actions.

However we pass Time, he passes still, Passing away whatever the pastime, And, whether we use him well or ill, Some day he gives us the slip for the last time.

Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

The negative patterns that form as a result of this self defeating behaviour actually symbolize the negative belief that we nurture.

It's not the meaning of life we seek but our aliveness. Once we have that, the meaning of life is obvious.

Scientists have found a way to keep middle-aged female mice from going through menopause. Now they're working on a way to keep middle-aged male mice from buying expensive sports cars.

You must consider the bottom line, but make it integrity before profits.

Men fear to lose as much as they hope to gain.

I'm passionate about the empowerment and healing of girls and women. Where I do the most work in that regard is in my songwriting.

I have made it a rule for a long time, not to part with the copyright of my drawings, for I have been so copied, my drawings reproduced and sold for advertisements and done in ways I hate.

We are never as modern, as far ahead of the past as we like to think we are.

When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, 'Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair.

My books usually end where they began. I try to bring characters back to a point that is familiar but different because of the growth that they have gone through.