Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.

To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

My ancestors offer me bliss, love, and light. I gratefully receive that which is for my highest good and release the rest back into the pure, white light.

Youth is to wander! Adult is to act! Age is to assimilate the beauty of thoughts.

The stars were withdrawn, small, giving no light, unlike other nights when they seemed to hang large from the sky ready to be reached for and taken into our hands.

Angels walk among us, Sometimes the only thing we may not see are the wings upon their backs.

The truthful man is usually a liar.

I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars.

Even if a farmer intends to loaf, he gets up in time to get an early start.

Redemption, transformation--God how she wanted these things. Every day, every minute. Didn't everyone?

My goal is to keep him away from that and play the match on my terms so that I can be aggressive and not hesitate.