To wind the mighty secrets of the past, And turn the key of time.

Poetry has been to me something more than amusement, it has been a cheering companion when I had no other to fly to, a delightful solace.

Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.

The past is dead, and has no resurrection.

We should teach our children to make friends with us, to communicate all their thoughts to us ... by this we find many opportunities of teaching them important truths, almost without knowing.

Goodness, Time's rude hand defies, And winter lives when beauty dies.

I, a Laconian dog, can bite again: Yes, I can make the Daunian tiger flee, Much more a bragging, foul-mouth'd whelp like thee.

So, on the eastern summit, clad in gray, morn, like a horseman girt for travel, comes, and from his tower of mist night's watchman hurries down.

And care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.

Christianity is not a mere set of opinions to be embraced by understanding. It is the work of the heart as well as the head.

When the day of misfortune comes and (comes it must sooner or later to all )we may be prepared with Christian fortitude to endure the shock.

The course of every intellectual if he pursues his journey long and unflinchingly enough ends in the obvious from which the non-intellectuals have never stirred.

I am a combination of my entire family.

Women are the true modelers of social order.

[The Clinton health care initiative is] washed-over old-time bureaucratic liberalism, or centralized bureaucratic socialism.

There are a lot of mysterious things about boats, such as why anyone would get on one voluntarily.

Bad men cannot make good citizens. A vitiated state of morals, a corrupted public conscience are incompatible with freedom.

Toppling secular dictators in the Middle East has only led to chaos and the rise of radical Islam.

It is modest of the nightingale not to require anyone to listen to it; but it is also proud of the nightingale not to care whether any one listens to it or not.

The deepest hunger of [a child's] human heart is to be understood, for understanding implicitly affirms, validates, recognizes and appreciates the intrinsic worth of another.

The one thing we all have in common is that we're human. Why pay more attention to the things that make us different over the things that bring us together?