To copy faults is want of sense.

Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.

England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.

Genius is of no country.

Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.

When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, Short is her life, and impotent her sting; But when to truth allied, the wound she gives Sinks deep, and to remotest ages lives.

The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.

A joke's a very serious thing.

No tribute is laid on castles in the air.

The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.

And you can't love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.

It is easy to tie someone with love, but it takes a lifetime to untie the knot of love.

God is our refuge and strength a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear.

The fact is that there is nothing more beautiful, more worthy or more conscious than you.

I've realized I can't waste any moment being unhappy.

I had to take a physical to do this show. They had a lot of weird questions like, "Have you ever tried sugar or PCP?"

Because I was the blonde, I was promoted as the video vixen.

The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that.

How many are the pains of those who hunger for revenge! They gnaw away at themselves constantly, and they have killed themselves even before they kill their enemies.

I hate it when bands do that; they're so proud of their new album, they have to play all of it and a couple of golden oldies.