What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

After the event, even a fool is wise.

You can motivate by fear, and you can motivate by reward. But both those methods are only temporary. The only lasting thing is self motivation.

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled.

Just like the waves of the ocean, my heart is singing the song of endless, eternal, sadness, joy, and love.

I don't like abrasion while I'm working. I don't thrive on chaos. I enjoy what I'm doing, and it seems to work better when I am enjoying it.

Africans, we hold on to our youths and whip them into shape.

If at first you don't succeed, sure, try again... but if you keep not succeeding, you should probably concentrate on something (or someone) else worthwhile & quit wasting your time.

Don't be so concerned about the size of your next step....The direction is what matters!

Being able to step outside of yourself in order to help someone else is why we're all here, it's what we should all be doing if we can.

I'm terrified about psychic people who have their little shops.

The earth loveth the shower," and "the holy æther knoweth what love is." The Universe, too, loves to create whatsoever is destined to be made.

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

Love is as strong as death; its jealousy as unyielding as the grave. It burns like a blazing fire; like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love, rivers cannot wash it away