The slaves of custom and established mode, With pack-horse constancy we keep the road Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, True to the jingling of our leader's bells.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Be creative while inventing ideas, but be disciplined while implementing them.

Patience is seeing each step as a journey rather than seeing a journey as a thousand steps.

The game is my wife. It demands loyalty and responsibility, and it gives me back fulfillment and peace.

I'll close my eyes, so I won't see, all of the love that you don't feel for me.

And after we returned to the savannahs and abandoned the trees, did we long for those great graceful leaps and ecstatic moments of weightlessness in the shafts of sunlight of the forest roof?

Sometimes the situation is only a problem because it is looked at in a certain way. Looked at in another way, the right course of action may be so obvious that the problem no longer exists.

The American ideal is, after all, that everyone should be as much alike as possible.

A man's diary is a record in youth of his sentiments, in middle age of his actions, in old age of his reflections.

If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.

When bodies spring apart, because the air Somehow condenses, wander they from truth: For then a void is formed, where none before; And, too, a void is filled which was before.