When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Your world of poverty can be recreated to that of affluence simply by speaking the Prince's language.

Life will only have a meaning once you've achieved to find your true passion and love within the limitless boundaries of destiny

The control of information makes history.

I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we're really talking about peace.

I’d rather not talk about money. It’s kind of gross.

The question is not whether you have a right to render people miserable, but whether it is not in your best interest to make them happy.

There is only one person responsible for the quality of life you live and that person is you.

Righteousness has never precluded adversity.

I think that's part of people wanting a wholesome life, to surround yourself with farm animals and fields. That's sort of an American ideal.

I also like some of Joel Osteen's work. I think he's now doing a book about one of my favorite sermons of his, "The Power of 'I Am.' " I just love that sermon.