Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.

All that tread, The globe are but a handful to the tribes, That slumber in its bosom.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

Weep not that the world changes- did it keep a stable changeless state it were a cause indeed to weep.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language.

Ask yourself before making a decision

Me and Matt love to argue, but in general our sense of humor is pretty much alike.

All human happiness and misery take the form of action.

Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. You learn to talk to them.

When you feel compassion, you dethrone yourself from the centre of the world.

Can't keep Love like money in the bank

And where are you going to get these angels who are going to run society for us?

Somebody said that Reason was dead. Reason said: No, I think not so.

Wouldn't--" Kel began to say, but the words stuck in her mouth. She swallowed and tried again. "Wouldn't it be well, not nice to flirt with somebody you don't want to fall in love with?

My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest, To climb your throat on sobs; easily chased On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds.