The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Begin to trust thyself.

Teach those only willing to listen and listen to those only willing to teach

A life is no less valuable or beloved if one lives in an age of decline, than in an age of progress.

I do think 3D has seriously improved, since I was a boy. It's fabulous.

In our house, some of our favourite recipes just happen to be vegetarian, but I still enjoy meat and I believe very much in meat.

The teacher has not taught until the student has learned.

That no one dies of migraine seems, to someone deep into an attack, an ambiguous blessing.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

You have to be tough.

That the means of imperialist policy overshadow almost entirely its original ends has tremendous implications.