The well of true wit is truth itself.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Caricature is rough truth.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

a lesson must be livedin order to be learnedand the clarity to see and stop this nowthat is what i've earned

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Old Time is still aflying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.

I was just kind of doing the math.

The mountains too, at a distance, appear airy masses and smooth, but seen near at hand they are rough.

Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.

It's a thing of violence, to whom death would be a merciful release.

A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

One key to successful group decisions is getting people to pay much less attention to what everyone else is saying.

I try really hard to separate myself from other celebrity brands.

There is nothing but nonviolence to fall back upon for retaining our freedom, even as we had to do for gaining it.