There buds the promise of celestial worth.

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!

Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?

I just want to read and ignore all my adult problems.

I create my own heartbreaks!

With faint praises one another damn.

The discipline of daily devotion to God undergirds decisions.

I think many people have contradictions to them and I love characters that deal with those contradictions.

We tell the real truth of our life by the stories we repeatedly tell.

If you're not the one cooking, stay out of the way and compliment the chef.

We each exist for but a short time, and in that time explore but a small part of the whole universe