Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.

Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.

The greatest men May ask a foolish question, now and then.

Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish; And when an angler for his dish, Through gluttony's vile sin, Attempts, the wretch, to pull thee out, God give thee strength, O gentle trout, To pull the rascal in!

People may have too much of a good thing: Full as an egg of wisdom thus I sing.

It is money makes the mare to trot.

What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be damned than mentioned not at all.

The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find, Lies through their mouths or I mistake mankind.

To wear long faces, just as if our Maker, The God of goodness, was an undertaker.

Some one has said of a fine and honorable old age, that it was the childhood of immortality.

We are the middle children of history. Born too late to explore earth, born too early to explore space.

It ain't kin we? It's will we?

STORIES" it should not be the perfect, not be untold, not be romedy.. it should be the lesson to teach the human, whats the life is??

Ty, my boy, here's what you tell them. Say it quietly, and sincerely, and like it's the most important thing anyone ever uttered. Tell them, 'Jesus loves you. But I'm his favorite.

It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.

We must look for consistency. Where there is a want of it we must suspect deception.

I can't promise you forever, because that's not long enough.

No feeling you get from any exterior stimulation or source is anything like the total bliss of communion within.

It was to be a short visit for the G-shevs. More than four days in the U.S. and Raisa's VISA card bill would shatter the fragile Soviet economy.

Oh! blame not the bard.