When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything each of them generally gets that which he likes least.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

The best way to prove the clearness of our mind, is by showing its faults; as when a stream discovers the dirt at the bottom, it convinces us of the transparency and purity of the water.

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings; Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.

Give your life the gift of unconditional happiness. You are too special to be anything but happy. You truly deserve it, and it is absolutely free.

Though the people support the government, the government should not support the people.

All I want to do, if you've already got health care, is lower your costs.

The money that we possess is the instrument of liberty, that which we lack and strive to obtain is the instrument of slavery.

Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.

But Dad and I are the only father-and-daughter acts who have both had No. 1 songs in England.

I wonder at the idleness of tears.

Two of the biggest conversational blunders you can make are saying something when you should stay silent, and staying silent when you should say something.

My inner critic who had begun piping up about how hopeless I was and how I didn't know to write.