The mob will now and then see things in a right light.

Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think.

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, and riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.

Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant.

It is impossible to enslave, mentally or socially, a bible-reading people. The principles of the bible are the groundwork of human freedom.

The great virtue of parents is a great dowry.

It is good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it's good too, to check up once in a while and make sure you haven't lost the things money can't buy.

Carpe diem. (Seize the day.)

When things are steep, remember to stay level-headed.

Unfaithfulness in the keeping of an appointment is an act of clear dishonesty. You may as well borrow a person's money as his time.

Our decisions are the one thing we can control. Today’s the day to make those choices really count.

Deadlines give us the sense that we are really on our way and that we will achieve the goal – soon!

The mentally ill frighten and embarrass us. And so we marginalize the people who most need our acceptance. What mental health needs is more sunlight, more candor, more unashamed conversation.

Willy Loman: I don't want change, I want Swiss cheese!

I do not think wrestling is going to save the world.

Of course I'm trying to trick you! That's the way of the world, Baudelaires. Everyone runs around with their secrets and their schemes, trying to outwit everyone else.

In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.

To share our stories is not only a worthwhile endeavor for the storyteller, but for those who hear our stories and feel less alone because of it.

All the posters on the walls All the leaflets in the streets Are mutilated, destroyed or run in rain, Their words blotted out with tears, Skins peeling from their bodies In the victorious hurricane.

Most books are so well written they barely have any effect on the reader's senses