The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

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!

The Truth is true testimony of God.

We all come and go. This universe is staying here with endless joy of welcoming and an infinite sadness of farewell.

Liars don't lie to those who are innocent, they lie to those who know the truth

Learning is a journey: from facts to knowledge, on to understanding and eventually wisdom.

Isn't it awkward how a lot of the people who tell others to 'stop being cheap, ' are usually the same ones that end up borrowing money from them?

Personal truth differs from one person to the next, so how can truth itself be a constant? At least we can listen to each other in truth.

When you say I committed adultery, are you stating before the marriage of 1996 or prior to?

However, I don't by any means suggest that I'm always playing myself.

In fiction, plenty do the job of conveying information, rousing suspense, painting characters, enabling them to speak. But only certain sentences breathe and shift about, like live matter in soil.

I love playing an alien.