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

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.

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!

Mine is the night, with all her stars.

The Beatitudes, far from being a new set of virtues that further divide the religious haves and have nots, are words of hope and healing to those who have been marginalized.

Your opponent's wrong doesn't automatically make you right. Most fights aren't about who's right

So many worlds so much to do So little done such things to be.

As a songwriter, I think that comes with the territory. The older you get, you like to say it doesn't matter, but you care what people think about what you do.

Writing a novel is like heading out over the open sea in a small boat. It helps, if you have a plan and a course laid out.

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.

There is a more excellent way, of love and nonviolent protest.

In many things it is not well to say, "Know thyself"; it is better to say, "Know others."

When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this - when you die, will you be happy when everybody else is crying?

Punk, I see you as a hypocritical, manipulative waste of skin.